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star-xxx1 · 24 days

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Sticky situations 18+

Ex!Natasha Romanoff x Crazy!Fem!Reader

Warnings: G!p Natasha, Dub-con, guns, blow jobs, overstim, begging, love bites.

A/n: Not proofread, sorry, but enjoy <3.

Natasha groaned, slowly coming to and regaining her senses. Her body stung all over, especially her neck, arms, and ankles. The sensation of wetness covered her neck; a weight sat on her lap. Her mind struggled to make sense of it all, to recall the seconds before she awoke from what felt like a deep, deep sleep. Only moments ago, she was on a mission; now she was so confused. She opened her eyes and looked around, taking in her surroundings cautiously. She looked down and saw you. Her ex-girlfriend.

Straddled on her lap, passionately marking up her neck like a tally in game, each mark was a mark of possession. Seeing you, her brain finally made the connection of the strange feeling on her neck. She groaned. She didn't even have to look know that you've made her whole neck a mess. Trying to pull away, you looked up at the sudden moment. "Natty, baby, Hi," you said sweetly, wiping the slobber around your mouth. "Mh." She grunted, You moved to kiss her pretty lips, but she pulled away.

"Y/n what the fuck!?" She said, trying to pull her arms up but all she was met with is tightness and resistance. Her arms and legs were tied. She looked up at you. "What are you trying to do?" The redhead barked at you. "Natty, please, I really need you. I'm needy and horny and I miss you." You whine to her.

"Not my problem." Natasha hissed. "But it is, I'm your sweet girl, after all? Like you said, I am and always will be." Your hand coming up to hold her soft cheek.

Natasha spat on your gentle face, her saliva landing right on your cheek and sidling down. Natasha watched as you wipped it up and lick it straight off your fingers and giggled. "Mhhh, spitting? wanna spit in my mouth next?"

"Oh fuck off y/n, get off me!" She said squirming unneath you. "Natty, baby, why are you resisting your girlfriend?" You pouted at her getting upset. "You're not my girlfriend anymore! For fuck sakes Y/n how times do I have tell, stop calling me! Stop texting me! Stop showing up everywhere -"

You covered her precious mouth, the barrel of a gun pressing firmly stomach. "Natasha, we're together," You took a deep breath, eyes holding strong emotions staring deep into her eyes, your grip tightening on her beautiful mouth, "We didn't break up!" You shouted. "Yes, we did!" Her protest coming out muffled. "You crazy bitch!"

"I will fucking shoot you!" You screamed getting, upset. "Straight in the stomach and you can bleed out alone and fuck off into hell." You yelled, the sound of you stressed voice echoing through the empty warehouse. She didn't flinch, but it shut her up. Natasha knew there was no way out, no matter what she did. You would find her, how the fuck can such a small girl find a highly skilled spy so easily? She tried so hard, but you were just everywhere, even in her dreams, haunting her, begging her for her to come back, sobbing screaming. You were obsessed, digustingly, and deep-seatedly in love. She was bound to you.

"Natasha." You said, looking into her pricing eyes. "Look, I'm sorry, baby, you just know how i get when it comes to you." You kissed her forehead. She didn't look impressed at all. You removed your hand from her mouth. You waited for an answer, expecting her to forgive you immediately like she usually did. But nothing, just a cold stare. Your lips pressed together, waiting.

"I think you've forgot how much I need you, how much I love you." Your hands trail down her suit. "Mabye, I have to remind you." Natasha's body stiffened as you started touching her your hands trailing down, but she couldn't help the shiver that ran down her spine. She gritted her teeth, trying to resist your advances. "Don't you dare touch me."

You grabbed Natashas dick squeezing it from outside the suit. "Baby, don't you like when I do this?" You squeezed and rubbed her clothed cock. Natashas jaw tightened as you touched her cock, little groans escape her mouth at the sensation of your manicured hands squeezing and adding pressure, it gree harder and harder. "Y/n." Natasha said.

"Yes natty?" You chimed.

"Get off." You ingored her, slipping out a pocket knife out her weapon belt. You cut and sliced through her suit and boxers. Her body shivered with arousal as her thick, long cock sprang free from its confines, pre cum splattering on her stomach. It was so hard, so needy it needed to be dealt with immediately. "Mhh, baby, I miss you." You whispered, kissing her cheek. "Y/n." She whimpered, your soft hand wrapped around her cock, it was hot, throbbing.

She will admit, she did miss everything about you, she regretted leaving. She missed her old amazing sex life, not her current one, which was filled with so many different sex toys. She refused to let other people touch her in a sexual manner. It felt wrong. It felt like she was betraying you.

You got off her lap, settling in between her strong legs. You kissed her cock, rubbing your face all over her veiny shaft. "See im still your good girl."

Her breathing becomes heavy as she watches you on your knees. She bites her lip and starts to respond to your teasing. "Fuck you. don't do that."

You kissed her senstive pink tip. Her body shudders as she feels your lips against her cock. She gasps loudly, her back arching off the chair slightly. Despite her resistance, her hips start to move involuntarily, grinding against your face. "Don't. don't."

"Baby, just admit you want a blow job." You teased her. "I don't. I can't." Her words are punctuated by moans as she tries to resist the pleasure but fails miserably. Her hips continue to grind against your face, her cock leaking pre-cum onto your lips. You stared up at her, kitten licking her tip. "Beg, baby."

"Please, don't..." She whimpers out the word, her body shaking with desire. Despite herself, she can't help but push her hips forward slightly, offering more of her cock to your mouth. "I- I want you to suck me off... please."

"That's it, baby." You took her throbbing cock into her mouth. Your voice comes out muffled. "Come on, move, you always told me to work for it." You smirked. Natasha's eyes close as she feels your mouth close around her cock. She tries to pull away, but the sensation is too much for her to resist. She moans loudly, her hips bucking against your face as you tease her by not moving. "Baby,please, please, suck it." She begged. You didn't bugged. "I'm begging you!" Natasha cries out, her voice strained with desire. Her hips buck wildly against your face, seeking the release she craves. "Please need you to suck my cock."

"Please, fuck" Natasha body trembles with need as she continues to beg, her voice filled with desperation. Her cock throbs against your lips, leaking pre-cum onto your tongue. "I'll do anything. Just suck me off."

You shook head no. "Please!" Her Protest turns into a moan of frustration as she feels herself on the edge of orgasm without release. Her hips jerk forward, pressing her cock against your mouth, pleading for you to take her. "Please." After awhile wildly thrusting her thick cock into your warm mouth, her moans fill the room as her body shudders with ecstasy, her hips bucking violently against your face. Cum pours into your mouth, sweet and salty on your tongue. She pants and groans as she does a few extra hard thrusts. You look at your girlfriend, eyes screwing shut in pleasure forehead dripping with sweat. You started sucking her off. "O-oh..." Her eyes flutter open, surprised by the sudden change in sensation. Despite her initial resistance, she can't help but whimper as you start sucking on her sensitive, still hard cock, your pretty lips wrapping around her dick. "Holy shit." She bites her lip to keep from screaming out as she feels your hot mouth engulfing her entire massive cock. Her fingers dig into the chaie holding tight as she loses control to the pleasure you've unleashed. "Fuck."

Your head bopped up and down fast, gagging noise echoing as you deepthroated so her into your tight throat. Tears ran down your precious face, making her down wild, your mascara running down you rosy cheeks. Gripped her thighs, letting her fuck you face, her hips wildly thrusting, stomach tightening.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck..." Natasha's words become incoherent, babbling about how good it was, as she approaches her second orgasm. Natasha looked like she was going insane, body lifting of the chair, only to be met with restraints her loud whinpers and moans of pleasure, toes curling in her heavy combat boots, eyes rolled back, head thrown back, she panted like a dog in heat. It was sloppy and wet, cum and slavia dripping down your chin and all down her thighs.

Natasha's orgasm crashes over her, her body trembling as she releases all of her pent-up tension into your mouth. Her cock twitches and spurts, filling your throat with warm cum. You swallowed it like a good girl, not wasting a drop.

"Fuck, y/n." She whimpered. You let go off her soaked cock with loud pop. You came up and sat on her lap, getting the knife, and and cutting her restraints. You hugged her tightly. "See, I said you needed reminding."

"Yes, baby." She kissed your cheek, hugging you back.

"Natty." Your voice broke. "Mh, baby?" She mutter. "Please don't go again," she pulled away to look into your eyes, filled with vulnerability and weakness. Without her, you were lost, nothing, you need to be guided by her, only her.

"I know, baby. I'm sorry, so so so sorry." She voiced love. "I won't ever again, promise." You kissed her deeply. She could tasted herself on your tongue.

"You are my good girl, forever." she smirked. You smiled down at her.

"I love you natty, so much," you said.

"Love you way more." She kissed you again, wrapping her arms tight around you.

She did, and she was sorry, so very sorry for hurting you, she promise to make it up to you. She would do anything for you, anything.

Comments would be appreciated <3333

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purifiedclitoris69 · 1 month

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In it together

Hiii. I am alive, just very busy and overwhelmed with living ig. College fucking sucks and so does everything else rn, but figured i get a lil blurb out before i have to lock back into my classes. hope you enjoy!! don’t really know what ima do w my series or when ima update so i am sorry bout that LOL. anyway bye for now 👋👋

You were absolutely exhausted. A 2 week mission with only 3 hours of sleep total takes an intense toll, even if you are a super soldier. Letting the burning hot water run down your back , flashes of the recent mission ran through your mind. The experiment files were horrific, so many deaths, so many children.

You had only been at the compound for about a year and a half now, the team rescuing you from Hydra’s control like Bucky. You were free of the brainwash but not of the memories and this long ass mission had brought it all right back to the surface. It was getting better, your in therapy, bonding with the team, learning how to control your strength, your growing. But this mission, feels like it’s all about to come crumbling down. It made you feel sick. Thoughts of losing yourself, the team… of losing, Natasha, it burned your throat.

What you have with Natasha is confusing, complicated, but nice. No one else knows the true nature of it but you two. Falling into each others beds continuously for the past 8 months, staying tangled in each other, every single night, cuddling, and giggling like little teen girls. The team simply thought you guys were close friends, both you two being spies, it wasn’t too hard to hide your extracurriculars. But you both knew it was more, so much more. You held each other in the most gentlest ways…the most loving, opting not to leave one another when you guys inevitably came undone. In front of the team, you had a front, a quiet brooding one, but with her, it was peaceful, relieving, you felt free, like yourself. It was absolutely terrifying.

Not realizing it tears were beginning to mix with the water running down your face and crescent marks formed in your palms from clenching your fists too hard. You love her. You’re in love with her, but how could you tell her, would you. Your whole life you’ve been used as a weapon, serving for the military, then hydra. You were dangerous…a monster. It was late, almost 2 am, you couldn’t go to her now, she need rest, not a burden. no matter how much you yearned for her warmth. Turning off the burning water, you stepped out into the steam filled bathroom. Drying off, you wrapped the towel around your waist and another draped over your shoulders, you opened the door to your bedroom-on your bed sat Nat. Dark circles surrounded her eyes, her hair was slightly ruffled, she wore an old shirt of yours, and some of her loose sleep shorts. She looked absolutely stunning, you couldn’t help but give a soft tired smile.

“hi.” she spoke softly with a matching smile.

“hi,” you answered stopped in place just taking her in.

“you gonna get dressed,” she smirked tiredly, “tho i don’t mind.”

“oh really” you joked walking over to her and cupping her face as she looked up at you, “i missed you,” you spoke softly the tiredness bringing out a transparency.

She leaned into your hand closing her eyes, “i missed you,” she answered. Your heart swelled and the flashes came back, you could hurt her, what if you lose it. Suddenly taking a step back her cheek still warm from your touch, her eyes flew open. You turned your back, getting dressed by your closet, “is everything okay,” she asked as you pulled your tank top over your head and braced yourself against your dresser.

You opened your mouth unsure what you wanted her to know, “yeah,” was all you could muster.

“I really did miss you,” she walked up behind you wrapping her arms around your waist and leaning her check against your back, just enjoying your smell, “i don’t sleep well without you anymore.”

“me either,” you turned around wrapping your own arms around her middle and looking to the side as hers went to your neck, “it was a rough mission,” you mumbled

“oh, baby,” she spoke, moving her hands to your face this time, “look at me please,” your eyes were burning with unshed tears as they met her soft deep green ones, “oh, my love, it’s okay,” she brought your head down to her shoulder as you released a shaky breath and let your arms fall from around her waist, “is there something else,” she asked dropping her own hands. You walked past her to sit on the bed not really sure where to start as you looked at your hands in your lap, “we don’t have to talk about it, it’s okay,” she spoke sitting beside you and gently take your hands in her own.

You finally looked back at her face, your eyes still glossy. You stared deep into each others eyes, “you’re so beautiful, Natasha,” you said memorizing every detail of her. She laughed quietly as a soft blush rose to her face.

“Shut up,” she said putting her forehead against hers.

She closed her eyes at the action as yours remained open, “I mean it, you’re the prettiest girl there is.”

Her blush grew as she pulled back and looked away slightly, “god i love you,” she mumbled out casually bringing shock to both your faces. She immediately pulled her hands away and stood from the bed, her mouth opening and closing unsure what to say as you looked at her, overwhelmed with emotions, “y/n i’m sorry i-“

“You do?” you asked getting up from the bed with her, “you love me?”

“I..” She spoke uncertain, taking a deep breath in, “y/n i’m in love with you.” You laughed slightly in disbelief. You moved towards her with purpose grabbing her waist and pulling her into a bruising kiss, pouring every amount of love into it as possible, like it was the last time, like you were consumed by everything Natasha. You both grinned wide into the kiss, forcing the two of you to break apart.

Taking a deep breath, “Tasha, I..,” the thoughts all came rushing back. Your going to hurt her, you don’t deserve this love, your going to lose it all.

She moved her hands down from your neck to intertwine with your own, “I know,” she whispered.

“I really do,” you said, your foreheads still pressed together, “I..,” your mouth fell open and closed absolutely terrified to say something wrong, “Im just scared,” you mumbled, closing your eyes, but never dropping your hold.

“Don’t be,” she answered, moving her hands back up to cup your face, “we’re in this together.”

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abbyromanoff · 1 year

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Hey I've got a request

Idk if you've written a fic about this before, so ignore this if you have

Late night conversations with big stepsis Nat has you admitting that you know next to nothing about sex except what you've read in textbooks

And Nat makes it her responsibility to teach (show) you everything she knows (especially all the kinky stuff)

Could you make is extremely smutty, please 🥺?

Step-sis

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Word count: 2149

Warnings: step-cest, daddy kink, innocence kink, slightly dark/pervert Nat, fingering, head, bit of a needy Nat, possessiveness, jealousy, small angst, mentions of strap sucking,

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

“Alright you two, don’t cause any trouble while we’re gone!” Your father yelled out, he and your stepmother leaving in a hurry. They were going on their honeymoon in Peru, leaving you and Nat all by yourself. The two of you had always gotten along, you had sought her for guidance most of the time and she was always happy to show you. You thought it was a little weird when she taught you how to kiss for your first-ever date, but she said she was just being nice and that you need to be grateful for all that she gives you.

“So, what do you want to do?” Asked the redhead, now coming down the stairs in a pair of boxers and a tank top. She wasn’t wearing a bra, you could tell by the hardened nipples making their appearance in the cold room.

“Well, dad gave me some money so we can buy pizza. If you want, we could have a pizza and ice cream night?” They were your favorite nights, she thought it was adorable how you got excited over little things like that. A chuckle escaped her lips as she shook her head lightly,

“Of course, baby, whatever you want.” A smile broke way on your face as you grabbed your phone and found the number for your local restaurant.

An hour later and you both sat on the couch, most of the pizza finished as your ice cream started to melt. You had a show on, the one you two binged together. Her arm was wrapped around your shoulder as you cuddled into her chest, your legs crossed over her own.

“Y/N?” Came her low voice, breaking the comfortable silence filling the room. When you hummed in response, she spoke again,

“Have you ever done that?” She pointed to the tv where two characters kissed down each other's bodies and removed their clothing. You gulped down any embarrassment you had and looked up at her, seeing her darkened gaze staring into your own.

“Uhm, no. No, I haven’t.” A small grin marked her face, you truly were her innocent little doll.

“Have you?” You wanted her to say no, that she’d never do that with someone other than you. But you knew that was unrealistic, she wouldn’t want to do that with you. Or so you thought. When you saw her nod, a small pit of jealousy formed in your body, you wanted her to be yours. You wanted to be the first person she’d touch, the first she’d fuck, the first she’d make love to.

“Oh.” She kissed the top of your head, leaving her lips there for a moment too long before leaning back to look at you.

“‘Oh?’ What’s wrong?” You shook your head and started to move from her arms, only to be pulled back down by her strong arms.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Are you jealous?” She stroked your hair in her hands as you played with your fingers, feeling a hand rest on top of them to calm you down. Her forest green eyes stared into your own, concern marking her face.

“I’ve never really done that stuff. And, I mean, you’re experienced and I bet you’re great too. Gosh, it’s stupid.” She urged you to speak, wanting to hear every thought in that pretty little head of yours.

“C'mon, I won’t make fun of you, I promise.” You sighed and whispered out,

“I want to be those girls you bring home every night, I want to be the one you kiss and make love to.” She couldn’t have been happier hearing those words. She wanted nothing more than to ruin you with her fingers, her strap, her mouth. Every time she’d bring someone home, she’d picture it being you. You beneath her as you begged her to let you cum, it got her wet just thinking about it.

“Sweetheart, come here. God, you’re so cute! You don’t know how much I’ve been wanting to hear you say that, I’ve been waiting so long.” She chuckled at your confused expression, dragging her finger across your jaw as she pulled you in. Your lips brushed her own as she stared down at them.

“Can I?” She mumbled, receiving a short nod in return. Her mouth landed on yours as she kissed you with passion, wrapping her hands around the back of your head to keep you close. She never wanted to let go. And when breathing became an issue, she would’ve rather died than pull back. Her forehead clashed with yours, the two of you panting against each other.

“My love, your lips feel even better than before. Have you been practicing what I taught you?” Seeing you nod only angered her further. You were hers, not anyone else’s. How could anyone think they could do that with her girl?

“With who? Who did you kiss, baby?” She thought of everyone it could’ve been. Was it Kate? Carol? Steve? Bucky? Peter-

“Wanda. I kissed Wanda.” Her nostrils flared, lips closing in a tight-lipped smile. You studied her facial expressions, you knew she wasn’t happy.

“That bitch. She thinks she can touch my girl? She thinks she can kiss my girl? Did she touch you? Did she fuck you?” You shook your head quickly, watching as she now paced around the room, filled with anger. She stopped dead in her tracks hearing your soft voice,

“No, daddy, I kept them for you, just like you said.” She faced you this time, walking up to you with pure gentleness. You leaned into her hand placed on your cheek, giving it a small kiss before resting your head on her fingers.

“Good girl, such a good girl for daddy. Did you do what I told you with your pillow?” She had asked you to rub your sweet cunt on the fabric anytime you needed her, but you were too scared to do a thing. You were too afraid that somebody would see, that Nat would see.

“N-no, I didn’t.” She blew out a small breath before running her hands across your body, feeling the curves and soft, lotion-covered skin. Her wandering hands found their way to your round breasts, palming them with slight harshness. She let out a small moan when hearing you whimper from the painful grasps.

“Were you nervous? Scared your daddy would catch you?” You didn’t know who she was referring to, herself or your father. But, you shook your head anyways,

“No? Then what was it? Why were you so scared, baby?” The hem of your shorts were played with as she slowly pulled the fabric down, your hips moving upwards to help her take them off. You were left in your drenched panties. You felt two digits slowly play with your clit through your underwear, you froze. This was wrong. So wrong.

“Nat, we can’t do this. You’re basically my sister-“

“Step-sister. And it’s not wrong, many of my friends do it with their step siblings too.” She firmly corrected you, hoping you’d believe her lie. None of her friends even liked their new families. But you were different, you were impossible not to play with and tease. The innocent glances you give her, knowing they’re nothing close to it makes it almost impossible not to bend you over the dining table. She wishes you both were under different circumstances, so she could show you off to everyone saying you’re hers. But for now, she’ll just have to touch you in private.

“Do-do they actually?” She only nodded for an answer, watching as you started to calm down a bit. She never liked lying, but she’d do anything for you.

“All of them. They play with their friends sweet little pussy’s, just like I’m gonna do to you.” Your legs were forcefully pried open, your wet folds being left on display as the cold air hit you, causing goosebumps to erupt on your skin. She tried to stop herself, but she had to have a taste. Her head was shoved into your cunt as her tongue played around with your clit, occasionally dipping in your hole to tease you. Her eyes stared into your own, seeing yours flutter shut as your mouth dropped open.

“Oh- Nat! That feels so- fucking good!” Her hand came crashing down on your thigh, her face leaning back as you tried to chase after the feeling once more.

“No fucking swearing, Y/N. Did your dad never teach you your manners? Aww, don’t worry, daddy will teach you everything you need to know.” You hoped she’d continue to eat you out, but she only sat next to you again. You were on the verge of tears, begging her to finish you off until you felt the pads of her fingers touching you again. She held your figure in her arm as the other traveled to your throbbing cunt. You were clenching around nothing, fuck it got her so turned on. Everything about you got her so unbelievably horny. She just wanted to fuck you and never stop, wanted you to feel every inch of her every second of the day.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, my love, I need to. I need to just finger this tight little pussy!” You felt two digits slide into you, your walls wrapping around them immediately. She let out a loud moan when feeling your warmth. It was heaven.

“Oh- shit! Your sweet fucking cunt is so goddamn precious, and all mine. You’re all fucking mine, every inch of you.” She didn’t care for the painful stretch it might bring you, she just needed to feel you. She moved your body so you sat facing her, your legs spread wide open as she towered over you. She needed to taste you again, she was addicted. You were like a drug to her, she couldn’t get enough. Her mouth returned to your swollen clit, sucking the hardened bud in her mouth. You were a moaning mess, clutching onto anything you could see as your legs shook.

“God, you taste so good! Can never get enough of you, I need you every single minute. You’re the best toy I’ve ever had, so pure and innocent. I’m the first to touch this pussy, aren’t I?” You nodded along with her words, trying to speak until a loud moan took over you.

“Yes! Yes, you’re the first and only!” She smiled into you, the thought of you being hers made all her fears go away. The fear of you liking Wanda. The fear of you just wanting sex. The fear of losing you. And the fear of your parents catching you. She couldn’t care at that moment, all she wanted to do was make you cum.

“Daddy, I feel weird.” You didn’t understand this feeling, you’ve never even had an orgasm.

“It’s alright, you’re going to cum, baby. You remember what I showed you with those two girls on that video?” You racked your brain for what she was talking about, finally remembering exactly what she was insisting.

“Yeah, w-when those two girls were grinding on each other. And then that girl- came!” The last word was shouted out, the sensation becoming too unbearable to hold in.

“I think I’m gonna-“ She cut you off, “Shh, I know, I know. Do it for me, cum for daddy.” You felt like you were going to pee, you hoped that was normal. Splashes of your juices sprayed the woman’s face, covering her in your slick.

“Fuck, daddy, I’m so sorry!” Your breathing wasn’t calmed, but you felt too bad. She shook her head and continued to lick your cunt, grabbing every drop in her mouth.

“Kitten, you taste so good! Have you ever tasted yourself?” Were you supposed to? Isn’t that weird? Reading your expression, she used her fingers to show deep into your mouth. You choked slightly, the sudden shock making it harder to focus on doing it right. You wanted to impress her, show her you were better than those other girls.

“Good girl, so good! Can't wait for this to be my strap, I’d love to make you swallow every last drop of my cum.” You gave her your best doey eyes as her other hand traveled into her pants. She circled her clit, picturing it was you. All the times she’d fuck herself, all she could think about was you. You and your sweet panties that she’d steal only to put them back covered in her cum. She never thought she’d be such a fucking pervert, but you made her this way. You made her want to go to any extent to have you, even if she had to remove that whore from your life. No matter what she had to do to have you, she’d do it. And she’d make sure everyone would know you’re hers, no matter what.

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gayerthanevertbh · 1 year

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labyrinth

pairings: older!natasha x young!reader

warnings: g!p natasha romanoff, oral sex, cum swallowing, and dirty talk - MINORS DNI.

summary: your sister cheated on her wife, so the broken wife takes an interest in you instead. was everything just a rebound between the two of you? or is there something more?

notes: i want to make this a series but i don’t know yet, i want to hear your opinion on this one shot first before i do anything else. i hope you enjoy reading!

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“Wanda and I agreed that we won’t see anyone until the divorce finalizes,” Natasha said with a sniffle, wiping her tears away from her eyes. Her therapist, Nora, only nods while soothing the woman’s back out of comfort. “S-She will be leaving my house once everything’s done.”

“Do you have a child with Wanda?” Nora asked her quietly; the woman shook her head. It was a relief for Natasha since it would’ve been a lot harder if they ever had a child – and they couldn’t have a child.

They just couldn’t, no matter how much Natasha wanted to.

“No.”

“Everything will be sorted out,” she tells her with a convincing voice, a voice that tells Natasha that everything will be fine when it won’t ever be fine. She soothes again, “You just need a lawyer, okay? Once you do, then we can go to court. Does Wanda have a lawyer?” the other woman nodded. “I see, well I have to give you some phone numbers that you could talk to, they’re the best in this state. Please contact them as soon as you get home.”

“What if I’m still in love with her?” Natasha sobs out, rubbing the back of her hair with so many questions and whys in her head. Why? Why did you cheat on me? Why ME? Why does it have to be like this? Is he better at fucking you? Does he have a lot of money? Why, why, why?

“You could never out-love someone, Natasha.”

Nora was right; she could never just out-love Wanda – how can she? Wanda was her first love, it was merely impossible at this point.

“I wish she never did it,” she mumbles, staring at the ground as more tears streamed down her face. Natasha felt angry, confused, and conflicted. One moment, she wanted to beg for her love and now all she could see was fire and red at the same time; Wanda was flammable, she was toxic for Natasha’s thirst; a venom. She grips her gray buttoned-up shirt and mumbles again with a seething tone, “I wish I could kill her. I wish she could die in a car crash so that I won’t have to think about her again.”

“Let it all out,” Nora said. “Just let it all out, Natasha.”

And she did.

hey tash, can i go to your place real quick? wanda is asking me to get some of her clothes. i think she’s going on a date.

Oh. Yeah, sure. You could stay for a bit if you want, I’m on my way home anyway.

where were you?

I went to see my therapist, Y/n.

i’m sorry, i just wanted to know how you’re doing. my sister is really unforgivable in this situation, I'm sorry you had to go through that tasha.

Can we talk more when I get there? I actually want to give you something :)

yay! what is it?

Just wait in my living room, I’m almost there.

Okay!

As I waited patiently in her living room, I thought about the brighter times when Natasha and Wanda were happy together. This home used to be so full of laughter and happiness that I couldn’t even begin how beautiful this home was. Now, it’s just quiet and lonely; tragic and sorrowful. Her plants at her door area were wilting, and her big living room lamp was broken; I could only see the metal rod was bent. This home is lonely, too lonely and quiet – I felt awkward staying on her couch.

“Been waiting for me?”

I turned around and saw Natasha bringing bags of groceries (she only brought two and they looked light) as she strode into the kitchen area, where she dispatches the things she needed for her refrigerator. I immediately stood up and followed her, giving me an instinct that I should help her out.

“Let me help you, Tash–”

“Go sit back down Y/n,” she said, smiling tightly at me. “I got this, okay? I’ll bring you a glass of apple juice, I can handle this.”

I sat back down and waited for her. Once she was finished, she walked back and sat down beside me, placing two glasses of apple juice on the wooden coffee table that she built for Wanda a few years ago. I could still remember the look on my sister’s face when Natasha gave her this table.

And now, the table looks depressing, as if a flower is wilting.

“I’m happy that you’re here,” she said with a smile; bringing the rim of her glass to her lips. “You know, I was supposed to ask you to come over so we could watch a movie together.”

“I’m glad we’re still close,” I said, holding the glass in both of my hands. “I know Wanda has been… irresponsible with your marriage, but I’m happy that you still choose to talk to me even though I’m her sister.”

“I mean, I’ve known you ever since you were just a little girl,” a chuckle came from Natasha’s lips. “And now you’ve blossomed into this… beautiful girl. Your mother has raised you well.”

“I guess you could say that.”

As we exchanged laughter, we clinked our glasses together and drank from them simultaneously. I was about to stand up when I felt her hand on my knee, suddenly pulling me to sit back down out of instinct.

“Is there anything you need?” I asked Natasha quietly.

She shakes her head. “Not really, I really could use some company right now.”

“How’s your therapy session? Did it go well?”

“Nora was alright,” she answered, leaning against the back of the couch. “I guess it helped a bit. I still want to murder your sister, that’s for sure.”

“I totally understand if you do,” I said. “She has been nothing but an ass lately.”

“She’s more of an ass than me?” quirked Natasha, raising her left eyebrow and looking at me with those damn hooded eyes – I could’ve sworn she was slightly flirting with me. Natasha Romanoff was known to be a jackass, an adult who likes to be an asshole for the laughs and giggles. But lately, she’s been vulnerable; helpless; hazed with anger. I could hardly blame her for being this angry with my older sister, Natasha has done nothing but treat Wanda as if she was the love of her life.

And maybe that’s why I get a little insecure whenever I see them together because I’ve always had a small crush on Natasha (that I still hope she doesn’t have an idea that I do have a crush on her) and maybe that’s a little unfortunate for me since there was no percentage of us being together or having that kind of fling where I could say that woman feels for me the same way I do.

It was merely impossible.

“You could say that.”

Natasha scoots closer to me until both of our thighs touch. After placing her glass back on the table, she yawned as the day began to clear. I try to think of other words to create a conversation with her; nothing comes across my head.

Finally, she asked: “How’s school? When will you be graduating?”

“In a few months,” I answered, fidgeting with my fingers.

“What university will you be going to?”

“Probably in New York so I could stay closer to Pietro.”

“And Wanda? Will she be in New York?”

“No, she’ll be staying here,” I replied. There was a look of relief on Natasha’s face that I can’t distinguish – it’s hard to tell whether she was satisfied with that information or not. I was about to ask why until she said, “I’ll be in New York for a couple of years, you know, to get away from this fucking madness.”

“I understand,” I said. “When will you be moving?”

“Once I finalize my divorce with Wanda, then I will go,” she replied, prompting her elbow on the couch and using her free hand to support her head. She was beautiful like this, natural and calm. It was short, really short. It’s almost as if she was pulling out “revenge hair” as her hair darkens, leaning on a brown color – which suits her perfectly well. Needless to say, she was beautiful; eye-catching.

I nodded deeply and looked away. But I felt her thumb and index finger holding my chin, turning me to look at her again; almost gazing at her. I dug my hands in between my thighs, and almost whimpered when her lips were close to mine.

She was about to kiss me, she was going to kiss me.

“Have you ever been kissed?”

“I-I have,” there was no reason for me to lie there, I simply have been honest with her ever since I walked into this house. There was a slash of disappointment plastered on her face, but immediately went away when she looked down at my gaped mouth. I was breathing hard, almost in an embarrassing way. If she kisses me now, I wouldn’t able to resist. What if I was a rebound? Who cares, I wanted her lips to kiss mine so that I could never–

“Let me kiss you?”

I’m a rebound, I’m a rebound, I’m a rebound–

“Yes.”

She didn’t waste time and pressed her mouth on mine, almost shuddering when both of our lips are being touched. Her lips were warm, and I could tell she was scrunching her eyebrows together. When her hand went behind my back and roughly pulled me closer to her, the spark between us went away. I almost yelped out of shock. But then, something eased on her – like a person telling her that I was a delicate little girl that was fragile, and she kissed me slowly but in a sloppy way.

Natasha pulls away with a string of saliva on both of our lips. “Your lips are so soft,” she murmured.

“I don’t think we should be doing this.”

She shakes her head, and pecked on my bottom lip so gently – I could hardly feel her lips. She used her other hand to stroke my jaw and whispered, “Wanda isn’t here, baby…”

“But you’re still married–” I moaned quietly when her lips were on my neck, kissing my skin with hunger while wrapping both of her arms around my small waist to pull me close on her lap. “Tasha, slow down.”

I wanted to tell her that she was going to use me as her rebound, that none of this was real to her. But I was so lost in her own world that I did not notice her unbuttoning her pants hastily; I had to push her chest away from me.

“You’re not thinking straight,” I said, trying my best to sound normal other than being heartbroken that I might be her rebound. “Y-You can’t be doing this with me, I’m her sister Tasha…”

“So do you want to stop?” she asked, still removing her pants all the way down to her midthighs. I closed my eyes, but she kissed my lips again to make sure I was still breathing. “Breathe baby, breathe. It’s okay, she’s not here–”

“She will go insane if I sleep with you!” I exclaimed.

“But she’s not here,” she whispers, like a smooth talker, as if everything will be alright; I was convinced. Natasha slowly trails her fingers inside my shirt and holds me down, feeling her tight erection on her loose boxers. She kisses my neck once more while her other hand was playing with my left breast, asking: “Have you ever slept with someone?”

“No,” I replied quickly, cursing myself that I’d answered her too fast. But she pulled away with a proud smile while still touching me through my shirt. “I’m scared.”

“Of what?”

“That my parents would know–”

She immediately cuts me off mid-sentence, kissing my lips hard instead.

“No one will find out, okay? We don’t have to sleep together for now.”

“For… now?”

She nodded, inserting her tongue inside of my mouth until we were french kissing on her couch; on her lap. As soon as Natasha was about to remove my shirt, I slightly pulled away with a ragged breath. She squints her eyes, wondering why we stopped, and I did not say anything else but got onto my knees and pulled down her pants to her ankles.

“Baby,” she sighs loudly, her cock growing once more. “Y-You don’t have to do that–”

“I want to,” I assure her, my eyes are looking back up at the woman that has her legs open for me. Natasha could only nod and pulled her dick out of her boxers, her length proudly showing in the scene. She was hard, but not fully hard where her penis stands itself. I could see a bit of juice leaking out from its tip; I wish to lick it and suck her head as hard as I could watch her begging for more. “I’ve never given someone like this before.”

“A blowjob?”

Her cock was big; too big for my mouth. But my cunt clenches for it to be touched, I wanted her to slip her dick inside of me until I was a mess. Pogubi menya svoim rtom, Natasha.

“Y-Yeah…”

“It’s okay,” she coos, bringing her hand in the back of my hair and pulling me closer to her genitalia. “Go slow, okay? Just do what makes you comfortable, don’t use your teeth though.”

I’ve given myself a few more minutes before wrapping my hand around her shaft, gasping quietly about how utterly big she was; my fingers could barely wrap around her dick. Natasha threw her head back in the air and moved closer, half of her buttocks were exposed while having pleasure from my hand. I thought about those videos that my friends sent me, a woman jacking a guy off using her hands and mouth. So this gave me an idea and slowly brought my hand up and down on her length, watching her bulbous head carefully – I could see more of her juices coming out.

“Oh yeah,” she slurs as her eyes twitched while closed. “That’s so fuckin’ good, you’re hand is so warm.”

She was throbbing on my hand, and I couldn’t help but examine the way her member looked. The head was pinkish, with a mix of red; her cock was veiny but not in a gross way; it looked like it was reaching over her belly button, which made me wetter from the sight and the feeling of her dick. I slowly leaned closer to her penis and gave the tip a kiss, watching the woman have a reaction to it.

“Feels so good, Y/n… keep going.”

I took a deep breath and swallowed her head, my eyes widening when I could feel her juices dripping on my tongue. I closed my eyes instead and slowly let go of her cock with a loud pop! It made Natasha yell out of sexual frustration. I knew she was impatient – but I had to take my time. I could hear her murmuring, “Keep going, little girl… just keep your mouth on me.”

And I did, but it was a lot more difficult than it seems. The woman had a big dick, there was no denying that, and I tried my best to slurp the tip of her cock but instead; I choked. She averted her eyes from me and asked with a worried voice, “Shit–are you okay? You can stop–”

“Let me adjust,” I breathed out, slowly pumping her cock. Natasha could only nod and rest her head against the couch, watching me intently as I jerked her off. She was warm on my palm; I almost let out a tiny moan from the way it twitches. It just shows that it was begging for my attention, and I had to do something about it.

So I wrapped my mouth around the tip of her dick again and breathed, sinking my mouth further into her length. Natasha threads her fingers through my hair gently and pushes my head deeper into her cock, making me let out gurgling sounds.

“Your mouth is so good,” she whines, raising her hips a little to reach for my throat. “Suck it harder, baby girl. I’m so fuckin’ hard for you…” she shifts onto the couch and unbuttons her cardigan to release the tension inside of her. All she could think about was my mouth and my pussy. She wondered what it would feel like if she slipped her cock inside of me as I scream for mercy; yelling about how big her cock was.

“That’s it,” she coos, her breath hitching. “Lick my cock like that, what an obedient little girl you are.”

If it’s a guilty pleasure to be called a “little girl” by her, then I’d be damn proud to be called that by her. I closed my eyes again and sunk my mouth deeper, licking the underside of her dick repeatedly until I’ve gotten my rhythm. Natasha slowly humps my face as she uses both of her hands to guide my head up and down on her cock, making me create wet and pornographic noises that fill up the room too sweetly. The woman sighs blissfully, as if she couldn’t believe this was happening to her. Once the tip of her cock hit my throat; I gagged.

“Oh god!” she shuts her eyes tightly and keeps my head still while fucking my mouth slowly, her length popping in and out of my mouth. “So close baby, yeah… just suck my cock like that. You’re so good, little baby.”

I sucked her head vigorously while slurping on it, going deeper and deeper until half of her length was in my mouth. I felt her hand holding my neck as she continues to thrust into my mouth at a slow pace, making sure I wasn’t in too much pain. This was what she needed, what she wanted from me. It was this innocent slut that she wanted to take; I wanted to lick it and I wasn’t ashamed of any of it.

Natasha holds my head still and felt her hips twitching, as I hear her say, “I’m gonna cum–Oh fuck, take it!” and I felt two ropes of thick cum in my mouth; closing my eyes tight as she continues to let herself go inside of my mouth, giving everything that she needed. The woman sees stars behind her head and imagines my mouth being my cunt instead – the thrill of excitement burning inside of her passionately; she wanted to fuck me now or she wouldn’t able to live with herself.

“Oh god,” she moans as she spurts more cum on my tongue. “T-That’s it, oh fuck yeah…”

She was in heaven. But deep inside, she was in hell. While calming down from her firing orgasm, she realized that I was the sister of her wife – and she completely fucked up by fucking my mouth and coming on my tongue. Natasha couldn’t help but feel guilty, though the guilt washed away when I suddenly released the tip of her cock with a pop! From my mouth, and pulled myself up as I sat down beside her with some of her cum on the corners of my mouth.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers to me, pulling my face closer as she kisses me deeply; tasting herself. “Fuck, I’m so sorry. I should’ve been more discreet–”

“It’s okay,” I cut her off with a frantic nod while touching her right cheek, which I almost fell apart when she leaned on my touch. “I-I don’t want Wanda to know, I don’t know what I’d do if she knew about this–I’m sorry, I don’t–”

“She won’t know anything about us,” she said, leaning her forehead against mine as she pecked on my lips with her wet mouth, pulling me closer to her once more. Something about her being so comforting is losing the worries that have been boiling inside of me; like a kettle bursting once it’s hot. “It’s only our secret, I promise.”

another note: natasha will be an asshole if this comes out as a series, but she will have a development of course! let me know how you guys feel about this one shot <3

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maxiroff · 1 year

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I guess your not who I thought you were. Part 2 ~ Natasha Romanoff

Summary: How will Natasha fix the thing that meant the most to her? After all she was the one to ruin it in the first place.

I recommend you read part one here first to understand this if you haven’t already.

Paring: Popular Natasha x bullied reader

Words: 1462

Warnings: Angst but with a happy ending this time. I think that’s all.

Note: I hope this is good for those who asked for a part two even if I couldn’t fulfill all your request.

She remembered the day like it was yesterday, the day she broke your heart. “I would never wear something as ugly as that, it's even uglier than you.” She regretted those words the moment she said them. The way she could see your bottom lip start to tremble and your eyes filling with tears. She could feel your heart shattering before her. She lost you, the only one she truly cared about, the only person she truly loved.

She tried everything, she tried calling, texting, even knocking on your door but you never answered. She knew of your mental state and if she hadn’t overheard Wanda talk about your school she would have thought you had done something, something stupid. Even the thought of never getting to see you again scares her to death. She will do everything to get you back, to prove to you just how much you mean to her, how much she loves you.

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Once again you listened to your phone ring as you laid in your bed, same name everyday. Each time it broke your heart a little more. Everything felt meaningless, getting up from bed was one of the hardest things you'd ever done. You were tired even though sleeping was all you did.

“I love you so much my darling. You are the most valuable thing in my life and I’ll wear this as a sign of that.” How could she lie so bluntly to your face? She made you feel like the most special girl in the world. Time after time she held you as cried, laughed and slept in her arms. Time after time she told you how much she loved and cared for you. Everything felt like a lie, maybe it was. Maybe you were just a bet made by her friends. It wouldn't surprise you, you were already the biggest joke in school. “I love you” you could hear her voice over and over again.

You were so stuck in your head you didn’t notice another person in the room until she was curled up against you, holding you in her arms.

“Hey love, you need to get up, it's been weeks since it happened.”

Wanda’s voice sounded almost like a void, which she noticed, trying to bring you back to reality by pressing you harder against her body.

“I know it has been, I just feel so paralyzed, I can't even look at my own phone without having some kind of flashback, how am I supposed to face her.” Even now you could feel your eyes blurring as Wanda tightened her grip around you.

“Well it certainly won't get better by laying her all day. So as your best friend and roommate I am making the hard decision for you and taking you back to school”

“No” “Yes” “No” “Yes, you don't get a say in this Y/N. You can not let this ruin the rest of your life” You know she had a point, you couldn’t just put your life on paus, that's not how it works.

“Fine, I’ll go.” “Yesss” Wandra spoke excitedly as she almost squeezed you to death.

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All eyes were on you, by now the whole school knew what happened between you and Natasha. You reach back for the hood on hoodie bringing it over your head trying desperately to shield yourself from prying eyes. The floor suddenly became very interesting. So interesting you didn't notice you walked right into the person you were trying to avoid and dropped all your books in the process.

“Oh god, I'm so sorry I wasn’t looking and- “ The words caught in your throat when you looked up to see who it was. While your heart told you to embrace her and try to get her back, even though you did nothing wrong, your instincts told you to run as fast as you could. You tried to do the latter but as soon as you bent down to pick up your book Natasha did the same.

“Let me help you, it was my fault anyway.” she said as she reached for the books making your hands touch at the top of the books. You quickly moved out of the way as if her touch burned your skin. The anger burned through your body as you got flashbacks of the loving feeling her touch used to bring you. “No thanks, wouldn't want you to be seen with someone like me” you said, turning to walk away as fast as you can with the books in your arms.

“Wait please Y/N” your hear behind you as she grabs your arm tight, keeping you with her. “Did you at least get my flowers?” She sounded desperate as if you actually meant something to her. And how could you forget the flowers? She sent you a beautiful bouquet of blue and purple hyacinths, the flowers signifying constancy, regret and sincerity. She had also sent a handwritten note stating how sorry she was, how much she loved me and how she was going to fix everything. But how can you fix something that is so destroyed and broken beyond repair.

“I did” you said in a strict voice glaring at her. Your tone making her heart ache more than it already was. You had never spoken to her in such a cold way and it scared her more than anything. “And?”

“And what? What do you want me to say huh? That I forgive you just like that, because you gave me flowers. That's not how it works. How could I ever trust you again after what you did?” While Natasha’s heart broke at the tears welling up in your eyes you became even more furious at the thought of Natasha seeing you cry like some weak idiot. She took the hand that you weren’t holding the books in. Softly stroking the upper part of your palm as a way to calm you down.

“Please, let me prove it to you, that you can trust me. Please, I’m begging you. You're all I have, I can't lose you”. A tear slowly rolled down her cheek. She had already experienced what it was like to lose you once and she wouldn’t survive it again. To never be able to hold you tight against her while watching a movie, never be able to hear you laugh again, never get to kiss your soft lips again or to be intimate in any way. It was a thought worse than death.

“How? How can you do that?”

“Like this” she said as you suddenly found her lips pressed against your own, her hands finding their way to your hair and jaw keeping you in place. You books falling once again to the floor at the surprise. It was like in the movies, the sound around you from other students all but forgotten, like it was just you and her. Like the whole world stopped and no one besides you and Natasha mattered in that moment. Your tears overflowing by the overwhelming feeling of finally having her lips against yours again. Unfortunately the moment ended when you pulled away filing your lunges with some much needed air. That's when you looked around and noticed everyone looking at you with a stunned look on their faces. In that moment she showed you she wasn't ashamed or afraid to show you off to anyone, fuck them and their opinions.

“Please” Her eyebrows furrowed together and you could see the look of desperation in her eyes waiting for a response from you. “I can’t forgive you right away Natasha, this is a start but it's going to take some time.” Those words gave Natasha relief, she knew she still had a chance.

“I understand and I will do anything to earn your trust back.” Her hand trails down your arm and softly squeezed your hand in reassurance. “Do you” you said as you looked deep in her eyes. “Do you really understand? You broke me Nat and it’s going to take a lot of effort to heal me again”

“I know” You could hear the regret and shame in her hushed whisper.

“But it’s worth it. You’re worth it.” And you actually believed her this time. You could see it in her facial expression and her vibrant green eyes. They're not wrong when they say that the eye is the window to your soul. “Okej, then you can continue to prove it when you pick me up for dinner today at six”. The smile spreading across her face could light up a whole room.

“I will, thank you for giving me a second chance you won't regret it”.

And she was right. You didn’t regret it, not for a moment.

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writing-house-of-m · 9 months

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just like You.

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Endgame canon

Word count: 431

Summary: You tell Natasha about your daughter

A/N: I don't really know how I feel about this, either way I hope you like it. Please let me know what you think

She reminds me of you every day

When the morning light bounces off her red hair

How she breaks eye contact as she laughs

The lines between her brows when she is concentrating

I wish you got to see the young woman that she is turning into

I tell her about you to make sure she never forgets

You look down

Moving around some dry twigs with your foot then back at the marble stone

I tell her about how I see you

In the final hours of the day when the sunlight seeps through the trees

Soft breezes through the long grass in the field out back during our late afternoon walks

The old family photos Yelena gave us on one of her visits

She wants to dye her hair blue now

Tears well in your eyes

You clear your throat to get rid of the lump forming

I still hate the sacrifice you had to make to bring us back

Five years

Alone

I can't imagine how you must have felt without us

I know I wouldn't have survived

But you did

You were always the stronger one out of the two of us

Then you paid the ultimate price

For us

For all of us

I will always love you

We will always love you

You spin the ring you still wear on your finger

It is the only thing you have left of her from something that feels like it was a lifetime ago

Sometimes I don't know what to do with it all - This love that was meant for you

It overwhelms me when I read the letters you left for us

The letters that serve as an extra reminder you were real

That your love for us was real

The biggest reminder of our love is our daughter

You visit this empty grave at least once a week

'Daughter, Sister, Avenger'

The only word missing is 'Mother'

No one knew of your daughter

It is safer this way

God, she reminds me of you everyday

You scoff at the recent memories you have of her as well as the ones with your wife

A tear escapes your eye but you wipe it away just as quick as it falls

You recount the images playing in your head with a smile on your face

Midnight cravings for peanut butter and jelly sandwiches

Her sense of humor

The green in her eyes that shine when they fill with mischief

And that stupid smirk

Your stupid smirk

You would have loved her, Natasha

She is just like You.

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fetusgooseandjuice · 1 year

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You Kept Your Promise

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: After spending the day in each others arms binge-watching movies, Y/N and Natasha fall asleep with smiles on their faces. But when Natasha gets an urgent call in the middle of the night, she has to live up to her promise to protect Y/N.

Word Count: 4,856

Warnings: Car accident | Mentions of blood

Natasha's POV:

I woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside. Taking my time with opening my eyes, I could tell that it was fairly early in the morning considering how the sun was only partially up.

I turned my head to look at the clock that sat on my nightstand, it read 7:12 am. My body fell into the routine of waking me up around this time because I liked to have an early morning run. It helps me wake up and start the day feeling productive before going into work.

But today was one of the days where I didn't have to go into the compound. I could stay in the comfort of my own home with the love of my life. I looked down when I noticed the weight on top of me only to see Y/N sound asleep. Her head laid in the crook of my neck, her legs tangled with mine.

She looked so peaceful when she slept. I could feel her breath on my neck. Her eyelashes tickled her cheeks and I smiled to myself when she tried to shift closer to me, but didn't get very far since she was already practically on top of me.

I lifted my hand with the intention of moving it under her shirt to rub her bare back to lull her into an even deeper sleep, but that was all thrown out the window because when my hand made contact with her back, she began to stir.

Her eyes fluttered open, looking up at me with her mesmerizing Y/E/C irises. When saw me already gazing down at her, she shyly giggled.

"Good morning, detka. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up." I said softly, continuing to rub her back.

"It's okay, Tasha. How long have you been up?" she mumbled, tiredly rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

"Not very long. Just a few minutes. We both have clear schedules today, so I was just gonna let you sleep." I told her.

She nodded her head and stretched her legs before relaxing in my arms again, "What did you want to do today? Did you already have plans?" she questioned.

"I was planning on spending all day in bed, cuddling with the girl that I love so damn much." I gently pushed her onto her back to hover over her and pepper kisses all across her face.

She laughed at my antics, letting me peck her face until I tried to connect our lips, "Nooo, I have morning breath." she turned her head, making me kiss her cheek instead.

I frowned when I missed her lips, "I couldn't care less, moya lyubov'." I responded, turning her head back so I could softly kiss her.

Relishing in the feeling of not only her lips on mine, but also the happiness I felt having her with me and being able to wake up to her everyday.

"I love you." she whispered when we pulled away.

I stroked her cheek with my thumb, "I love you more."

I pecked her lips one more time before rolling off of her, getting up to change into a pair of sweatpants and tank top.

"What does my princess want for breakfast, hm?" I asked, looking at her.

"You're going to make me breakfast?" she raised an eyebrow.

"Oh of course, darling. Wanda has been teaching me how to not set the kitchen on fire so I might as well use this opportunity to put my skills to the test, right?" I grinned at her.

"Wait so this means no more frozen food when you offer to make me something?" she teased, sitting up.

"Hopefully." I answered with a light chuckle, grabbing one of my hoodies out of the closet and helping her put it over her head.

I know she likes to wear my clothes on lazy days, so I don't even wait for her to ask anymore. I grabbed her hand, leading her out of our bedroom and into the kitchen.

"Anything you have a taste for?" I turned around from the cabinet to glance at her.

She hummed while thinking, "Can we have pancakes?" she asked with a grin.

"Pancakes it is." I declared, taking out all of the ingredient and utensils to make them. But when it was time to pour the ingredients into the bowl I paused, forgetting what the measurements were.

She noticed my hesitation and chuckled to herself a little, "Do you want some help?" she questioned, about to jump in and assist me.

"No no no, I got it. I'm making you breakfast for once, so you just sit there and look pretty." While I said the last part I lifted her up to sit her on the counter, giving her a kiss to emphasize my request.

She agreed and sat back while I threw random measurements of the ingredients into the bowl, beginning to stir. When the pan was heated up, I poured some of the batter in and waited for the bubbles to form on top like Wanda told me.

"So what did you wanna do after we eat?" I asked as I turned around to face her, but the second I did she was standing there blowing flour that was in her hand onto me.

She started giggling while I chuckled in shock, "You little-" I set the spatula down on the counter before starting to chase her around the kitchen.

We were laughing and she squealed when I caught up to her, wrapping my arms around her waist from behind to pull her back into me.

I began to tickle her and we playfully struggled like this for a few minutes until I spun her around and pressed her against the fridge with my hands holding her waist, catching her off guard by deeply kissing her.

Her breath hitched, but when she realized what was happening a second later she wrapped her arms around my neck and brought me closer. The kiss only lasted for a few moments before she pulled away to catch her breath.

I nuzzled my forehead against hers, "God I love you so much." I whispered and she pulled my head down by the back of my neck to connect our lips in another searing kiss.

My hands started to wander, moving under her shirt and circling her waist. But our moment was interrupted when she practically jumped out of her skin at the startling sound of the fire alarm. I looked towards the stove to see flames in the pan, smoke rising into the air.

"Shit shit shit-" I mumbled to myself, rushing over to move the pan off the burner trying to put out the fire.

Y/N ran to open a couple windows before grabbing a towel and standing on the counter to wave it under the smoke detector, attempting to get it to stop beeping.

I eventually got the fire out and the alarm stopped ringing. Even though the only thing that burned was the pancake, I still had a pout on my face because my girl was hungry and I just burned her food.

Y/N noticed my disappointed expression and walked over to give me a hug, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"It's okay, baby. We can just find something else to eat. It's not that big of a deal." she reassured me while I let my hands rest on the small of her back.

I shook my head, "No, I'm still making you food. You don't have to worry about anything because I will figure this out."

I guess I was a little bit too determined to do this, but I didn't care.

"M'kay, but I hope you know I'm not eating that..." she trailed off with a chuckle, looking at the extremely overcooked pancake.

"That's not even my fault. You distracted me with that little stunt, and those perfect lips of yours." I whined.

"Okay, maybe I did. But you and I both know you're not really mad about it." she teased with a shrug of her shoulders.

"Yeah yeah, whatever. Just sit your cute butt back up there while I try this again." I playfully sighed, tapping her butt before starting to make another pancake.

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After finally managing to make some edible pancakes for the both of us, we ate breakfast. Y/N had decided on binge-watching movies and cuddling the rest of the day which I had no objections to. I would never pass up a chance to have her in my arms.

Now that it was dark outside and the time was getting closer to 8:00 pm, I ordered dinner from her favorite place which just arrived. I made sure that her meal was exactly how she liked it before bringing the food into the living room where she was waiting for me on the couch with the film paused.

"Here you go, detka. You didn't have to stop the movie for me. We've seen this like ten times already." I spoke, putting the box of food on her lap and placing a quick kiss on her head.

"Don't be silly, Nat. This is your favorite part." she smiled as I took my previous spot on the couch beside her and she snuggled into my side.

"Alright, press play then." I chuckled and she pressed before we started to eat.

"Why did you break up the encounter with my pet python. Because I discovered he had a crush on me." I said the words along with the characters in the movie.

"You do that every time." she giggled.

"Because every time you laugh, and I like making you laugh." I swallowed a bite of food and then turned my head to kiss her temple.

We finished dinner and watched the rest of the movie while Y/N curled further into me. Laying her head on me, I wrapped my arms around her.

I was about to ask her what she wanted to watch next, but when I looked down she laying on my chest fast asleep. I looked at the clock which read 10:48.

"Y/N," I whispered to wake her up, but she didn't move a muscle.

"Come on, darling. We'll be more comfortable in our bed." I softly said, but once again she didn't move.

I smiled to myself, grabbing the remote to turn the tv off. I stood up, picking her up along with me. Carefully stepping over the blanket that fell off of us and onto the floor, I made my way to the bedroom.

I gently laid her down before climbing into bed too. She unconsciously moved closer to me, her head falling onto my shoulder. I pulled the blankets up, making sure that she was covered and then pulling her into my arms.

"Good night, dorogoy. I love you."

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Later in the night, my eyes opened at the sound of my phone ringing on my bedside table. I quickly silenced it so it didn't wake Y/N, looking at the clock on the table. 1:16 am. Whoever was calling me at this time better have a good reason for it.

I glanced at the screen, and it was Steve. Sighing, I slipped out from under Y/N and walked out of the bedroom before answering the phone.

"What? Is it urgent?" I spoke in a hushed voice to not disturb my loves sleep.

"A little bit. The guys that Fury were tracking down were more than one step ahead of us. They've known we were looking for them this whole time. We received a recording from them saying that they have each one of our locations, and they’ll take us out one after the other. Fury needs all of us at the compound ASAP so we have everyone accounted for at all times. Bring Y/N too." he explained over the phone.

"Y/N? Why does she need to be involved in this?" I furrowed my eyebrows out of concern.

"It's just precaution. Y/N is close to you and he doesn't want them trying to use her against us. We don't know what these guys are planning to do. Clint is even taking his family to the safe house before coming here."

"How long is he expecting us to stay?" I asked.

"Not sure. I'd assume until we get them off our backs and this whole thing blows over."

I exhaled, peaking through the cracked open door to make sure she was still asleep, "Alright, we'll be there in a few." I responded before hanging up the phone.

I re-entered the bedroom and walked over to my side of the bed which was where Y/N was currently laying.

"Y/N, detka. Come on, wake up." I whispered, placing my hand on her hip to coax her awake.

"Hm." she murmured, half asleep.

"I know you don't want to wake up, darling, but we've got to go." I told her, and this made her open her eyes.

"What? What time is it, and where are we going?" she mumbled, sitting up.

"It's 1:20. I'll explain in more detail once we get in the car, but we're going to stay at the compound for a little bit, Fury's orders. We can pack some bags but we've got to be quick." I tried to speak in a calm voice to make her not panic.

We've been together for a while, so it's not unusual for her when I have to jump up and leave suddenly. But I've never had to bring her with me before, so this was different.

Okay, but why?" she spoke in a hesitant voice.

"I don't have much time to explain right now you just have to trust me, and you trust me right?" I asked, trying to comfort her.

She nodded her head. "Good. Now just pack some of your clothes, and I'll worry about everything else." I responded.

"Okay." she mumbled quietly.

I leaned in to press my lips to her forehead, letting them linger there for a few seconds before patting her thigh and standing up.

"Alright, let's go." I said and we both changed out of our pajamas, I obviously had to put on my leather jacket that was hung up on the closet door.

As she stuffed clothes into a duffel bag, I made sure my gun was loaded before putting it in my pocket and packing some of my own clothes.

When we were ready I carried the bags out to our white Lada Niva, putting them in the trunk. She got in the passengers seat while I got in the drivers.

"Nat, can you tell me what's happening now?" she said while buckling her seatbelt.

I exhaled, "We made a mistake when tracking down these people, and now they're tracking us. They know where everyone on the team is, and Fury thinks it'll be safer if we're all together. I needed to bring you with me so they don't try to do anything to you."

"They're coming after us?" she sounded nervous.

"We don't know who they're targeting first which is why we're staying at the compound for a little bit. So we're not alone." I buckled my own seat belt and started the car.

"What're they going to do when they get to us? Are they gonna hurt you?" her voice wavered.

I sighed, putting my hand on the side of her face to stroke her cheek, "I don't know, moya lyubov'. But if they try you know I can handle them."

"I'm scared." she confessed.

"I know. I know you're scared, baby. But I've got you, okay? You know i'll never let anything happen to you, yeah?" I spoke in a soft voice.

She nodded her head before looking down. I moved my hand from her cheek, tilting her chin back to look at me so I could lean in and gently kiss her lips.

I knew we really needed to get on the road, but I couldn't move forward with anything else knowing how afraid she felt with how sudden and quick all of this was happening. I had to take a few minutes to comfort and talk to her.

I let her choose when to break the kiss, not wanting to pull away until she was ready so I knew that she was okay.

"I love you, detka." I said against her lips when she pulled away, gazing into her eyes

"I love you too, Nat." she whispered.

At that, I settled into my seat and took the car out of park. The ride to the compound was a little over half hour since she and I bought a small little house in a more rural area.

But the whole drive, I kept one hand on the wheel while holding her hand with my other. I got her to talk about other things to take her mind off the situation.

As she started talking about what she hoped to cook with Wanda, my eyebrows slightly furrowed when I noticed a van make the same turn as us once again. I readjusted the rear view mirror to get a better look.

Considering how late at night it is there are barely any cars out on the roads right now, and it's been behind us for the past few minutes. So now I'm beginning to think it's not just a coincidence.

I continued to nod my head and hum, listening to what Y/N was saying I didn't worry her while making one last wrong turn to which the van also followed.

At this point, it was clear to me that the van was following us. I took my hand out of Y/N's momentarily so that I could reach under the seat and press the emergency button.

There was one in every team members vehicle so that it would subtly alert the rest of them that help was needed. But just a couple seconds later I looked into the rear view mirror, and the van was no longer there.

I didn't know whether to relax or stress more, so I just kept driving on the route to the compound while staying alert. I tried to keep Y/N distracted, but it didn’t last very long.

As we reached the bridge that would take us across the water, out of the side-mirror I saw something fly under the car, and then I heard the explosion.

I felt the sudden wave of heat and the cuts piercing through my skin from the windows shattering. The car flew into the air, rolling over multiple times before crashing into the guardrails, the front of it hanging over the bridge.

"Fuck-" I whispered to myself, lifting my head from where it limply hung forward when the car came to a stop.

I glimpsed out my window, checking to see if what caused this was still there. But even after looking out of the passenger window, I saw nothing. What I did see was that the explosion damaged the main structure of the bridge, making it very unstable.

Looking over at Y/N, she was still conscious but in shock. I could see the pieces of shattered glass in her hair and on her clothes, the bleeding cuts on her face.

"Shit, detka are you okay? What hurts? Tell me what hurts." I said, reaching over to cup her cheeks and wipe blood off her face.

"I-I'm okay, Nat. I'm-" she cut herself off, gasping in pain when she moved her leg.

I shifted my gaze down to see a big shard of glass piercing her thigh, "Oh god, okay. Don't take it out, leave it there because it's stopping the bleeding. I'm gonna get us out of this, it'll be okay."

When I unbuckled my seatbelt I fell forwarded into the dashboard, causing the car to rock more. We both let out a shriek at the sudden motion, and I cursed myself for causing her more fear in a situation like this.

I quickly realized that the only way out was through the shattered rear windshield since the front of the car was hanging over the bridge.

“I’m gonna climb over the seats so I can get out through the back. Don’t move I’m gonna get you out after, alright?” she nodded her head and I kissed her forehead before carefully crawling over the center console, climbing out of the window.

I turned around, now focusing my attention on getting Y/N out, “Okay unbuckle your seatbelt and climb over the seat the same way I did, slowly though.” I called out.

She undid her seatbelt and started climbing over the center console just as I did, but the car suddenly shifted again, leaning further over the bridge. She yelped, slightly falling back.

“Come on, dorogoy. You’ve got it, move slowly.” I tried to calm her down.

She did as I told her, but the sound of a car engine caught my attention. I turned my head to see the same van that was following us earlier come to a stop at the end of the bridge.

I cursed under my breath. I couldn’t deal with these guys right now when Y/N is still in the car. I watched as the doors opened and at least ten people got out, stalking towards us.

In my head I was contemplating what to do, but I didn’t have to for very long because I recognized one of Clint’s trick arrows stunning a few of them.

Steve, Yelena, and Wanda also made themselves known by starting to attack them, giving me time to focus on Y/N.

When she got to the backseat she was now close enough for me to reach into the window and pull her through it. I set her on her feet, but she winced as the leg that had the shard of glass stuck in it gave out, and she collapsed into my arms.

“Oh I’ve got you. Here, get on my back.” I bent down so I could carry her on my back while she wrapped her legs around my waist, and her arms around my neck. I still held onto her, but if I needed to use my hands then I would be able to.

I didn’t really know where to go. I had to get Y/N out of here, but with everything going on around us there really wasn’t a safe place for me to take her until the team took care of those guys.

So I just resulted in getting off the bridge before she’s gets caught in the crossfire. But just as I started to move the car toppled over the bridge, and into the water.

The bridge was already unstable enough, so when this happened the bridge shifted tremendously causing me and everyone else to stumble over their feet. Already being close to the edge when I tripped, I fell over the bridge.

Out of instinct I threw my hands up and managed to grab onto a metal bar that was loosely hanging from the frame of it, Y/N was still holding onto me.

She shrieked out of fear and I grunted while struggling to hold on with both hands. I started to grab the edge of the bridge to pull us up, but it shifted once again before I got the chance.

This time it caused Y/N’s grip on me to falter, her arms and legs slipped from sound me. Before she could fall I took one hand off the bar to grab her hand, holding onto her for dear life.

I tried pulling her back up, but I struggled and my hand was slipping.

“Nat- Nat you have to let me go or we’re both gonna fall.” she stuttered out, but I ignored her words.

Letting go was never an option in my mind. It never would be.

I mustered up as much strength as I could and started to pull her up once more, grunting through gritted teeth. I managed to lift her up enough for her to be able to latch onto my back once again, wrapping her arms around neck and her legs around my waist.

I put my held onto the bar with two hands again, but before I did anything I saw Clint’s head peeking over the edge out of the corner of my eye.

My eyes widened in relief, “Clint, pull us up!” I yelled and he ran over to where we were, giving me his hand and he pulled us back onto the bridge.

I laid there for a second to catch my breath before standing up, helping Y/N up too. I looked around and saw the people that they were fighting spread out on the ground unconscious.

A voice and a hand on my shoulder pulled me out of the thoughts, “Come on, the cars are over here.” Clint said with a small smile.

I nodded my head, picking Y/N up bridal style and following the team to the cars. When we arrived at the compound I took Y/N to the medbay to get her leg looked at by Bruce.

We were there for about an hour as he removed the glass and stitched her up, then I was able to bring her back to my room that I rarely used anymore since I moved out of the compound.

We borrowed extra clothes and changed into them, finally being able to rest in bed. I laid on my back and wrapped an arm around her while she cuddled into my side.

The room was comfortably silent until I spoke up, wanting to talk about something that was on my mind, “Why did you choose me?”

She looked up at me with a slight frown, “What do you mean?”

“This isn’t the life you deserve. Having to flee from your house in the middle of the night is not the ideal life. You deserve someone who has to protect you from the cold weather outside during winter, not from people who are actively trying to kill you. And someone who’ll propose to you with the biggest diamond ring in existence. I can’t give you any of that Y/N.” I told her, staring at the ceiling.

She lightly chuckled, “Natasha if you’re worried about money and material things, I’d marry you with paper rings for all I care. And as for the rest of it, I knew what came with your job. I knew what you did was dangerous, but I still yes when you asked me to be your girlfriend because I love you. I can’t imagine being with anyone else because you are the life that I want.”

I finally looked down at her, “I just hated seeing you hurt.” I whispered, my eyes glossing over.

“Oh, Nat-” she began, sitting up on her elbow to look into my eyes and wipe away a tear that escaped with her thumb, I kept my arm around her waist.

“Before all of this happened you promised that you would protect me, and you did. There’s only so much you can do to prevent things from happening entirely, but you got us out of the situation. You literally hoisted me up onto your back with the strength of one arm while holding on for the both of us.” she smiled at me.

“Yeah, I guess Steve’s ridiculous and unreasonable workouts have a reason after all.” I chuckled.

“See?” she smiled.

“And here we are now. Laying in bed, me in your arms, safe and sound. You kept your promise.” she whispered the last sentence, dropping her forehead onto mine.

I closed my eyes inhaling her comforting scent, “Well I’d be a terrible girlfriend if I broke it.” I joked with a grin.

“Yeah, you would.” she teased.

I smiled, lifting my head off the pillow to capture her lips in a passionate kiss. Her soft hands came up to cup my face, mine stayed on her waist and the small of her back.

After all that happened I didn’t want to pull away, ever. I still couldn’t understand why a sweet, gentle girl like her would want to be with someone like me. But if it was what she wanted, then I would happily oblige and keep her safe with me.

“I love you.” she whispered when she pulled away.

My hand came up to caress the side of her face, “I love you more.” I said against her lips.

She laid back down, curling into my side and laying her head on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her in a protective manner, planning on falling asleep after I knew she did.

But I still had one thing on my mind.

“You would really marry me with paper rings?” I curiously questioned.

I felt her chuckle, “Of course, Nat.” she responded, I could hear the tiredness in her voice before she let herself start to fall asleep.

“Good to know.”

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shenachigans · 1 year

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LOST YOU — PT. II | Natasha Romanoff

PAIRING: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

CW: angst no comfort, mentions of cheating (Nat) and pregnant!Wanda, implied that Nat has a cock

SUMMARY: Natasha finds a letter after her recent mission

A/N: It could be read as a stand-alone too. I saw the requests for Y/n getting with another person, but this part two was kind of an accidental write. This was going to be a whole other angst oneshot, but it ended up becoming what it is not that I mind. Inspired by NIKI’s Oceans & Engines. I hope you guys enjoy this and I might but I can’t promise a part 3. Lemme know if you’d like that :)

WORDS: 1,793

Lost You — Pt. I

(FANFIC IS UNDER THE CUT!)

Natasha had just returned to the compound after a four-month mission. The injuries and soreness from her body couldn’t compare to the mental and emotional damage that returned with her. It was a mission that could’ve cost her life if she wasn’t careful, and she couldn’t tell anyone about it per Director Fury’s orders. Ignoring the casual welcomes of her team, Natasha heads to her room. However, hesitance filled her when she held the doorknob and entered the room. She plops her gear bag onto the floor as the sight of a clean room welcomes her.

Her hands balled into fists to prevent themselves from shaking as she released a ragged breath. The welcoming scent that usually washes over her was no longer present and replaced with nothingness. Her bedroom felt lifeless, but she tried to shake it off, walking toward her bed when she saw an envelope. Natalia, my love, it says. She knew exactly who this was from, and her indifferent facade cracked. Sitting at the edge of her bed, Natasha looks at the ceiling, preventing the dam of tears that pooled in her eyes from breaking. She can’t cry. Not now, not forever, for this was her mistake. Natalia Romanova doesn’t deserve to cry after what she did.

“How long have you been cheating on me? With Wanda?”

“You could’ve told me you wanted more. I would’ve given everything up to make you happy. You just needed to tell me, not her…”

“Divorce papers are coming in a few days…”

“I was going to give you one more chance because I love you… but she’s with a child.”

A two-month affair that ruined her marriage and made a new life…all because she wanted more. Natasha’s selfishness and greediness caused her to lose you: her wife, and now, unfortunately, her ex-wife. She didn’t know why she did it, cheated. She had no romantic feelings for Wanda, nor did she. Natasha loves you with her heart. They were just using each other to fill their needs. She doesn’t deserve to hurt you. She doesn’t deserve you. She didn’t deserve to have you in the first place. Her insecurities got the best of her and led her to seek someone else for comfort. She didn’t want to become a burden, but it didn’t give her an excuse for doing what she did.

Natasha regretted many things and hated herself for not being enough for you and hurting you. She should’ve just communicated, even if talking her emotions out wasn’t something she was comfortable with due to her past. Natasha should’ve trusted you because she knew you would understand her, but the gnawing feeling in her chest, making her feel like she was drowning, prevented her from being truthful. She didn’t want to be weak in front of you because you had a handful on your platter. She didn’t want you to be fed up with her and her baggage, causing you to leave her. Her self-sabotage did the work for her, and it would take a miracle for you to return in her arms. Now, Natasha has to deal with more missions to distract herself and help Wanda with her pregnancy as much as she can.

The two agreed to co-parent the child, but emotional attachments toward each other were forbidden. Wanda was still in love with Vision and was still grieving for his loss. She felt awful for breaking your marriage, even if you kept reassuring her that things were meant to happen. You forgive her, but she knows you won't forget, and your friendship will never be the same. A pang of deeper guilt gnawed at her when you told her you would still be her friend. Wanda doesn’t deserve you, and certainly not Natasha. You had blamed yourself for not being enough for her when she was clearly at fault.

You left Natasha for the sake of her child. Raising another woman’s child, someone she cheated with at that, while having a relationship is not something you could handle no matter how much you loved Nat. You didn’t want things to get dirty more than it already was, which wouldn’t be healthy for the child so you left. Natasha doesn’t know if she could hold the baby when it’s born or even raise it with a healthy emotional relationship. Wanda’s pregnancy reminds her of her mistakes, but knowing you, you would never forgive her if she becomes cold and unavailable to the baby. You had always wanted to have children with her, biological or not. You wanted a family with her, but her mistake ruined everything you two had.

Natasha closes her eyes, letting the tears roll down her face from her train of thoughts and memories she shared with you. She will never be able to forgive herself for losing her world and solstice: you, but it’s been eight months since you parted, and Wanda was due in a month. She has to get her shit together and emotionally prepare herself to raise her child for you.

Natasha then opens her eyes and wipes the damp tears from her face before grabbing your letter. You must’ve relayed the letter to Wanda, and she placed it on Natasha’s bed while she was away from her mission. Natasha knew you visited Wanda often to check on her as a friend despite how much it pained you. You couldn’t let Wanda stress more about what happened while she was still grieving. It wasn’t healthy for her or the baby. Your other friends told you that you were too nice and that Wanda and Nat didn’t deserve your kindness after they hurt you, but you were just like that: kind. Being kind was the only thing you could do to be good about yourself and forget your own problems. Natasha had a love-and-hate relationship with your selflessness. She finally opened the letter with trembling hands, carefully not ruining the envelope. More tears fell as she read your letter aloud:

Dear Natasha,

How are you? I know this is sudden. Me writing a letter and all. I hope you’re not overworking and risking yourself on your mission, but alas, I just hope for your safety. I just wanted to say things about us... I would’ve talked to you in person, but Wanda told me you went on a mission. Hence, I’m writing you this letter. Very old-fashioned of me, huh?

I just want to start by saying that I’m sorry for not being strong enough to stay and mend our marriage. It was selfish of me, but I didn’t want to risk getting hurt again, and it wouldn’t be good for us in the long term. It hurt me to leave the person I love, but it was needed. I hope you understand.

You’re going to have a child soon, and though you might not believe me, I’m happy for you. You’ve always wanted a child. We both did. Sadly, I’m not the one carrying the future bundle of joy and raising it with you. Nat, I know you have regrets, and the child is not helping you overcome them, but please don’t blame the baby for what happened to us. As much as it pains me to say, Wanda is carrying your child for a reason. The child is innocent. If it’s too much for you, love the little one for me, please? I know you and Wanda will be great mothers. You’ve always had a motherly instinct, even if you tried to deny it multiple times.

Before you think I only wrote you a letter for the sake of the child, you’re mistaken. I thought about why you did what you did and how I could’ve done things to have prevented you from doing it. I also thought about how we would be now if I didn’t leave. Would we be mending each other, or would our relationship be worse than it is now? I hope it won't be the latter…

I don’t know what we are anymore, but I hope we won’t be strangers when we stumble upon each other in the future. I forgive you, Nat. Don’t blame yourself for what happened because I’m at fault too. I wasn’t enough for your needs, and I understand that. I understand why you did it, but it hurt me. I know you would never hurt me, but your needs needed to be satiated and I wasn’t there to fulfill them. I just didn’t think our relationship would end like this… Not that I thought that it would end…

I’m sorry for rambling; I just wanted to pour my emotions into this letter. I have so many questions, but I’m pouring them into the ocean for a new start. I’m leaving New York tomorrow. But by the time you receive this letter, I’ve already left. It pains me to say this, but I’m letting go. I’m giving up your ghost, but don’t get me wrong, I’ll always love you. That’s why I wrote you this letter. I guess this is where we say goodbye. I know you and I will be alright, but not just tonight. Please don’t go hard on yourself for what happened. Goodbye, Natasha.

Sending you my last ‘I love you,’ Y/n

Natasha was a sobbing mess by the time she finished reading the letter. Tears have watered down some words on the paper, creating abstract patterns with the ink when it dries. You’re moving on from her to start anew. You’re prepared to find someone else to call you theirs. When you do, you’ll spend the rest of your life and have children with them. She’s still part of your life; she knows that, but it’s not the same anymore. You said you’ll always love her, but Natasha knows it wouldn’t be the same romantic love you both shared. She can’t hold you in your arms…call you hers…and have her children anymore. Her future with you now belongs to your future partner.

She doesn’t think she can recover from her mistake. The guilt and regret will continue to gnaw at her heart, but she’s going to be strong for you. She’ll love her child because that was what you wanted. Natasha also wants to love her own blood and flesh. You didn’t mention it, but the letter was a silent message for her to move on too. It will take a while if she does, but she supports your decision. It was her mistake for letting you go first. As much as it pains her, she hopes you find happiness in someone else. She’ll try to be happy too, but Natasha will always love you.

“I love you so much, Y/n. I’m so sorry for hurting you…”

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widow-maximov · 1 year

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Hi, can I request a Nat x fem!reader oneshot where the reader is singing Russian songs she's heard from Natasha's playlist while doing mundane tasks ie paperwork, washing up dishes etc. The reader not knowing a lot of Russian doesn't realise how explicit the songs are just casually sings them in front of the whole avenger's team splitting the group with the members who can speak Russian finding it hilarious and those who can't just thinking it's a good song and Natasha's just sat there with a whole array of mixed emotions but is mostly impressed with how well the reader is singing.

Thanks in advance :)

Russian Songs

Pairing: Natasha x Reader

Warning: The usual tags I don’t really know what other tags would go here, just enjoy :3

Summary: After being moved away from missions and doing everyone's chores. You wanted to be more productive, but was that a good choice?

Word count: 2.7k

A/n: So I couldn't find any explicit songs per say, but I hope this song will work, it's very hard to look for songs in another language, anyway I hope yous enjoy.

My requests are always open so feel more than welcome to pop in a suggestion for the next story :3

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You were known to be a singer, well that's around the compound of course, you weren't brave enough to sing in front of thousands of people.

You loved singing all your life but your passion for doing good was too strong and it won over your life. If you were honest, not many knew about your singing ability.

It's not like you would be parading around and singing, it was mostly when you were doing mundane tasks, or when no one was around. It was like your little secret you didn't want to share with the group.

Even after dating Natasha for 2 years, she still had no clue you could sing and she was a spy so that was surprising, that was until recently..

During training with your redhead girlfriend, she has been putting light music but most of it was in Russian, meaning you couldn't understand anything.

It almost sounded like a challenge to you, to learn that song by heart and because it was catchy so you wanted sing it properly and just enjoy what it meant.

But that was exactly that, you didn't understand it so you didn't know what you were learning, even though that didn't stop you, you still learnt it- Well some of the words.

Somehow you ended up doing all of the chores in the tower, actually there was a reason, Natasha along with Tony came up with a 'punishment' for you.

Your own girlfriend came up with a punishment for you, it was because you ended up surrounded by hydra men, who had you tied up and ready to transport as way to kidnap you and use you to get out what they wanted for the Avengers.

It wasn't even your fault, Shields information was misleading that you ended up in the wrong section of the building, with tooo many armed men and you knew you didn't have a chance so you were glad when Steve along with Bucky were sent to help.

That's how you ended up doing months of cleaning, instead of missions, meaning you cooked, cleaned like washing up, paperwork of your teammates.

Natasha was nice enough to leave her own paperwork to herself to not over work you but that didn't mean you weren't tired, of course you stopped training with her as a way to show her you were mad at her.

But still the redhead knew, you wouldn't be mad for too long. When she found out that you were near to being kidnapped, she got scared.

The love of her life was in danger and she couldn't even save you. That's what got to her, that was the reason why she agreed to the punishment.

It kept you off the missions for a while, she knew you would be safe at the tower. Even if you were mad at her, giving her a cold shoulder most of the day, she knew you were safe.

Eventually she was going to talk to you, when things cooled off a little. But seeing how tired you were every night made her feel bad. She done this to you, with good intentions.

But maybe you didn't see it like that. Natasha never overthought before, she was there in the moment. But with you, she was afraid of losing you.

She loved you, so the thought of you getting brutally beaten, whilst she was so far away from you was taking a big toll on her. Seeing you clean and do everything else was easy to watch. To know that you were there.

That's what was happening right now. Everyone including you were in the living room. Well you was cleaning with headphones on, as after doing so many chores for months. You eventually got bored and just started to listen to music.

Helped to kill your time a little, whilst learning songs that you wanted to know. Being with the Russian has taught you some words. So whenever you heard a similar word you smiled, humming it silently.

Your back was to the door whilst you were washing up. In that moment the team went silence and your singing was exposed to everyone who had ears. Natasha's brows raised in amusement as she listened to what you were singing.

Everyone turned around to look at you. Half of the team understanding what you were singing and half was looking with confusion.

Tony was first to speak up. "Is she singing a Russian song?" He questioned as she looked over at Natasha.

She simply nodded with a big smile across her lips, she didn't know that her girlfriend was this talented. Thor smirked. "If my girlfriend sung like Y/n, I wouldn't even let her stop. I bet you are the same Natasha."

She would definitely beg you to sing for her many times if she knew that you could. She knew that you would be embarrassed about it but still follow through.

She still kept quiet as she listened carefully to your words. "Я заливаю глаза керосином...Пусть всё горит, пусть всё горит ( I fill my eyes with kerosene. Let it all burn, let it all burn )"

She nearly choked on the song choice that was spilling out of your mouth. Yelena, along with Clint, Thor and Bucky, looked over at Natasha for some sort of explanation. But there was none.

Yelena laughed, as she stared at her sister when you sang the words. "Выхожу на улицу гладить кота. А его переезжает тачка мента (I go outside to pet the cat. And he's being run over by a cop's car.)"

Shaking her head in disapproval. "What have you taught this poor innocent girl."

Natasha frowned. "That wasn't me. I mean I listened to this song whilst we trained but I didn't know she could sing it."

Tony was having the time of his life whilst he nodded his head at your singing. "Whatever it is, I love it. She will sing at the next event I have."

Natasha shook her head, knowing that when you find out what that songs means you'll be embarrassed to even face the team. Bucky smirked as he nodded his head. "I think that song suits you Natasha, maybe next time explain to your girlfriend what she is trying to sing."

You tried to sing the song perfectly but not knowing what it meant you mumbled most of the lyrics. Carol walked in as her jaw opened to hear the song leak out of your mouth.

"Why is everyone laughing? Someone tell her what she is saying." Carol walked over after waving at you with a fake smile.

Natasha sighed as she knew it had to be her. She nodded as she stood up, making her way towards you. Wanda rushed in as she heard it as well. Finding it all amusing at how you didn't even know what you were saying. Vision appeared, literally everyone was there. Tuning in on your conversation with the Russian.

Natasha gently tapped your shoulder, you looked over, saw her and went back to listening to the song. She sighed, yeah you were still mad at her.

She got closer, pressed herself against your back, taking the cloth out of your hand and the plate that you were wiping clean. Placing it all down as she spun you round to face her.

For a moment you forgot what you were mad about, this is the closet you two have been since the day you received punishment. Your hands hesitantly fell on her shoulders, whilst she took the headphones out.

"Y/n.. Sweetie.. Stop singing." She tried to say it nicely, but she set you off.

You narrowed your eyes at her. "Not only you ground me in the tower but now you're also telling me what to do."

"You know.. This is my choice if I want to sing or not. You can't tell me what to do." That was sometimes the issue with you. Instead of listening to why she said that. You put up walls and tried to deflect any attack on you.

She sighed as she placed her hand over your mouth, the other sat firmly on your hip. You loved when Natasha was dominant with you, it made her look a lot more sexier but not when you were angry.

"Not because I am trying to control you... But because you don't know what you are singing.." She approached it another way. She had to embarrass you for you to understand what she meant.

You swallowed thick at her words, eyes widen in fear at what your girlfriend was saying. So, she continued. "Have you even tried to look up the translation of the lyrics?"

You shook your head after Natasha took her hand away, this was on the Russian. She should've told you what it meant whilst yous were training. But she was so distracted by you and your body that songs just slipped her mind.

Her eyes darted towards the team, who somehow had popcorn appear in their hands. She narrowed her eyes at Wanda, who simply shrugged as she shoved more popcorn in her mouth.

That's when you got the hint that everyone heard you. Fear set when you looked over. You looked back at the redhead who had a cold expression across her face.

"Let me go. I need to go." You were slightly panicking, you never had anyone listen to you singing, you kept it quite quiet from literally everyone you knew.

Natasha's face softened up as she saw your panic. "Y/n it's okay-"

But you interrupted her. "Let. Me. Go." Your eyes flashes red and she moved away, causing you to storm out. Making the redhead sigh as she leaned back on the counter.

Moving to look at the team who now was looking anywhere but at Natasha. She rolled her eyes at them as she followed you out. It was easy to tell where you had wondered off. I mean she was your girlfriend after all.

As you sat on the balcony edge, looking down at the city. Natasha slowly made her way over to you. "Y/n.." She spoke softly, trying to get your attention so you don't get startled.

You sighed as you heard her, you knew she would follow you out here. "You know the whole point of walking out is not to be followed." You were bitter with right reasons.

It wasn't just the singing, it was the unresolved feelings that you both held. She knew that, she wanted to say something about it all the time but it never left her mouth.

She hummed softly, acknowledging your words. "I followed you out because I care Y/n."

You scoffed, rolling your eyes at her words. "I wonder where those words were, when I was punished for being the victim."

She knew you were right, how was she suppose to explain her feelings to you? It was all difficult but she had to. She took a deep breath. Looking at your side profile as she moved her hand over to yours. Gently taking it and intertwining it together.

"детка, I know you are mad. I would be too but I didn't do it if I didn't feel like it was necessary." Maybe it was the way she worded it, but that only made you more angry.

Your head snapped towards her, almost making her take a step back. "You're making decisions for me? Wasn't you the one who promised me that we would both take decisions as you never wanted me to feel the way you felt in the red room?"

That stung, but you were right. Natasha promised exactly that and she broke that when she decided your own fate. She sighed, feeling how you snatched your hand away.

Jumped off the edge and tried to make your way back inside the building, but Natasha had different plans for you. "I did what I did because I was scared."

Her words made you stop, you were still facing away from her but kept quiet so she could continue. "When I received the information that you were no where to be found. That your weapons along with most of your clothes were left at the scene. I thought I was going to die from how much fear I felt."

You never heard Natasha's voice that unsure. Her tone was always gentle and quiet when she opened up to you. Now you were facing the door as she spoke with an upset tone.

"It felt like the world stopped for a moment. The first thing I wanted to do was to rush over there but Nick stopped me. They knew that if I went everything could go even worse." She explained as her voice broke several times.

"I can't imagine my life without Y/n, how was I suppose to think straight when you were kidnapped. I knew you were scared I couldn't even be there." Tears were streaming down her face.

"I knew the second we found you, in that state of barely any conconse, I knew I needed you safely here. Where I could keep my eye on you."

"I know that I should've spoke to you about all of this, but I couldn't.." Her tone was just above a whisper. Yet you could hear her.

You turned your body around to face her. Tears sitting tightly on the edge of your eyelids as you stared at her. Maybe you didn't think this through.

Maybe you should've spoke to her after everything. You were so busy with trying to get over the traumatic experience that you didn't think how that impacted her.

The woman that you love with your whole heart. You were busy being angry at her for not comforting you when you needed it, when in reality it was both of you that needed each other.

A light sob came out of your mouth as you walked over to Nat. Hugging her tightly and melting almost instantly in the embrace. You missed her and you knew she missed you too.

No words were needed at this moment whilst she held you tightly against her. Like she haven't seen you for a long time.

You both were crying but you pulled yourself together. Pulling away as you looked at her. Sandwiching her face between your hands. "I'm sorry."

Her soft expression melted your heart and to be fair, if the Russian was honest. You were the only one who made her this open about her feelings.

She shook her head slightly with a small smile across her lips. "No, I am sorry."

You sniffled as her hands sat on your hips, holding you against her quite close. You could tell that she was telling the truth. You never had to doubt her from the way her eyes only looked for yours.

"I want to kiss you." Natasha choked out, letting a set of tears slowly roll down her cheek.

You smiled as you pressed your forehead against hers. Closing your eyes as you felt her breath hit your lips ever so gently. "What are you waiting for?"

She didn't need to say anything else, because thats all she wanted to do for the past months of you being angry. She wanted you close and just to feel your warmth against her lips.

She leaned in slowly as her lips brushed against yours. Feeling how soft your lips felt was really testing her. She missed you so much. Everything about you.

Zero thoughts were in both of your minds as all that you were really focused on, was feeling Natasha. Her hands tightly holding you, her lips against yours as you tried to keep your breath steady.

She pulled away just a little bit as she muttered out. "I love you" Before her lips collided with yours before you had the chance to say it back.

A slightly protest moan escape your mouth, you wanted to say it back but Natasha didn't let you. Her hands sliding around your body. Not letting you out of her arms.

The emotions changed quite quickly but could you blame yourself? You missed each other very much and being in her arms was the only place that felt like safety you needed right now.

Your fingers tangled in her hair and thats the only thing that was on your mind. The warmth-ish air breezing past the two of you as your embrace became more intimate.

That's what you loved about being with her. The power that you two can over come anything that stood in your way....

And make out whilst you are at it.

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The Writer, The Artist and The Mediocre: Chapter 1

November 3rd, 2023 Y/N Y/L/N

0500 (Writer)

The best part of life is the silence and peace associated with a quiet life.

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"Brrrr. Brrr.” An alarm goes off. I groan, rubbing my eyes. Shifting uncomfortably, I notice the hardwood beneath my face. I’m not in bed. I wake up to papers stuck on my face. Fell asleep at my desk, writing again. At least I prepared everything last night. My clothes? Forest green hoodie, I love this hoodie. It’s baggy and the texture is nice. And jeans. Check. My lunch? Packed in my bookbag. Check.

Making my way to the kitchen, I grab my mug. To make my usual morning hot chocolate. By this time mom's usually left for work. So I have the house to myself. While the milk is heating on the stove, I sit on the table. Throwing my feet up, something mom would never let me do but she's not here.

I check my watch, 0530. I have an hour before school starts. I grab my writing journal, the hot chocolate poured into my mug and head for the pond like I do every morning. A shiver runs down my back. It’s kind of chilly this morning. I pass one or two joggers on my way to the pond. I can hear faint squawks from the ducks.

I take a seat on my usual bench. This gives me a clear and close view of the water. It’s nice to have some alone time before school. Before the whole city is awake. I write down the things I could never say. That I haven’t said, since it happened.

People talk to me all the time, never expecting a response because they’ve accepted that I won’t. Nobody heard a thing, a saw thing, so I don’t expect them to understand but everyone is gentle with me. Waiting on me to break and finally say what’s wrong. I won’t cave.

"SPLASH!” I jump. A duck jumping into the pond startles me, bringing me back from my thoughts. I check my watch, 0700. Shit.

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The Game for your life- Русская рулетка. 18+

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warnings: Very dark content.

A/n: I don't want to say much. I want it to be a surprise. Might make this a series?

The sun was starting to set as you ran through the darkening forest, the sound of crispy leaves crunching as your feet squashed them every panicky step, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you struggled to keep going. Your body is worn and torn from the relentless abuse. Pain shoots up every nerve, exploding like fireworks in your bruised and beaten vessel. You could hear the pursuer behind you. The rhythm of her hard black boots hitting the woodland floor got louder and louder as the sickly sweet tune she hummed rang throughout your tired mind. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you stumbled over a tree root, sending you sprawling to the ground. You knew you couldn't stop, but you couldn't slow down, not even for a second.

You knew you had to get up quickly, or else she would catch you. It was like you could feel her devilish aroma getting closing and closing to you like a tiger stalking its prey. With all the strength you had left, you pushed yourself up from the damp froset floor and started running again.

BANG a gunshot cracked through the forset.

Ravens' deathly caws fell death upon your ear as they scattered away. The terrifying, high-pitched sound echoing. It hovered through the air, drifting into the far abyss of the never-ending maze. Before you could even gather your bearings, you felt a strong burning sensation in your leg. You collapsed to the ground with a loud thud, the air knocked out of you. The pain was excruciating as you sucked in breaths, the sensation of the bullet tearing through your muscles and hitting your bone. It was only then that you realized that you had been shot, and the realization sent a shiver down your spine, you started sobbing at the sensation. The forest around you seemed to close in, the trees looming over you like giant monsters, ready to swallow you whole.

The tune got closer and closer along with the rhythm of the psychopath boots. It was the only thing you could hear. You curled yourself up into a ball. Until everything fell dead silent. A rough hand came and turned you over. You let out a pained groan as she sadistically chuckled.

"Doll, where are ya going?" She kneeled down to meet your weak body, her voice laced with a condescending tone

You tried to disconnect from the world and block everything out around you. You wanted to scream and cry. Run and never come back.

"Natasha." Your voice is rough and breathless. She slapped you hard, the force of the impact sending shockwaves throughout your body, only adding to the pain. Your cheek burning from the blow. The slap had been a cruel reminder of how vulnerable you were and the little control you had over your own life. Natasha had all the power, and you felt small and insignificant in her presence. You could see her smirking at you, proud of her power and ability to cause you pain. The tears streamed down your face like a waterfall.

You were done for.

A/n: Should I make this a series? please let me know, i hoped you enjoyed <3.

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Not going anywhere | Natasha Romanoff

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Prompt: “I'm not going anywhere.”

Warnings: Angst (with a happy ending), hurt/comfort.

Masterlist | requests: closed | words: 1200

You haven’t been feeling like yourself much lately. Not really knowing what was going on with yourself but knowing that something was off. You felt yourself slowly slip into sadness, getting hurt more easily and therefore hurting your friends and most of all your girlfriend.

After accidentally snapping at her over text while she was away on a short mission, you immediately regretted it. She wasn’t the reason you were feeling the way you do, and you knew that. When Natasha didn’t give you a response on your text you knew you messed up. You send her messages apologizing, but she wasn’t even receiving your texts anymore.

Throwing your phone out of anger, it hit the wall and you heard the screen shatter, but you couldn’t care less about your phone. What would you need your phone for anyways, you pushed all people away when you felt yourself drifting off. And now you pushed away the one person who truly loved you.

You couldn’t be in your room right now, so you moved to your hide out spot in the compound. The one you used to get away from everything. It was a small room on the top floor with a window looking out over the forest. Over the years you had brought more and more stuff into the room to make it more comfortable.

Taking a seat on the comfortable armchair you break down in tears. You didn’t want to lose Natasha, she was your home and your whole world. You wanted and needed her in every aspect. The thought of losing her was too much. You tried clearing your mind by looking out the window, focusing your eyes on the moving treetops.

It didn’t take long for your eyes to get out of focus, making you stare at the trees with glassy eyes. Tears still ran down your cheeks from time to time, but the sobbing had stopped.

When Natasha got back from her mission a couple hours later, she went straight to your room. She felt really bad that her phone stopped working in the middle of your conversation. She knocked on your door wanting to apologize. When she didn’t hear a response she slowly opened the door to see if maybe you were sleeping. But all she found was a broken phone laying on the floor next to a dent in the wall.

Natasha got instantly worried and walked all over the compound looking for you. When she couldn’t find you in any of the common rooms and none of the other Avengers had seen you, she started thinking of other places you might be. That’s when she remembered you told her you had a secret hide out somewhere on the top floor of the compound. Natasha had never been there before, wanting you to have your safe space for yourself, but she had to find it now.

She opened every door on the top floor until she found you. Her heart broke at the sight of your tear-stained face and blank stare out of the window. “Hey baby.” Natasha said to get your attention. You blink your eyes to get them back into focus and turn your head to see if it was really Natasha or just a figment of your imagination. When you saw it was really her you said hi back in a broken voice from the crying.

Natasha sat down in front of you, her hands resting on yours. “What’s going on, baby? Talk to me please.” You swallowed the lump in your throat before speaking. “I took out my frustrations on you and you didn’t deserve that. You don’t deserve any of this. I keep pushing you away and I keep upsetting you, keep hurting you. And I just feel like you deserve so much better than me. But I don’t want you to leave me, Natasha. I want to be better for you, but I just don’t know how sometimes.” You say in one breath, scared that if you don’t say it now the worlds will never come. After a deep shaky breath, you finish by saying “Please don’t leave me.”

“I’m not going anywhere, y/n.” Natasha starts. “I’m so sorry if you felt that way. On the mission while were talking my phone stopped working and I wasn’t able to get back to you. I know we sometimes get frustrated with each other more easily when we are apart from each other, but that never ever means that I don’t want to be with you anymore. It’s you and me against the world, remember? Whatever it is we will work on it together and we will get through it together.”

Natasha’s words brought you some comfort. ‘It’s you and me against the world’ was something that had become a safe haven for you. It doesn’t matter what was going on but when those words were spoken, you knew everything was going to be okay because you didn’t have to go through it alone.

Besides vocal comfort you also needed physical comfort. So, you stood up and asked Natasha if she could sit down on the armchair. Natasha would do everything in her power to make you happy, so she complied immediately. Once she sat down you sat down on her lap and buried your face in her neck. Natasha wrapped her arms around you to provide you with the comfort that you needed.

She moved one of her hands through your hair, something she knew always calmed you down. When she heard you slowly drifting to sleep in her arms, she placed a soft kiss to your temple. She would sit there and hold you the whole night if she had to.

When you woke up, you were a bit confused by your surroundings, but seeing Natasha’s face quickly brought you back. “Hey sleepy head, how are you feeling?” She asked while stretching her back a bit. “I’m doing alright. I still feel quite sad, but I’m glad I know you’re not going anywhere and that we will figure it out together.”

Once you felt ready to go back downstairs, Natasha took your hand and went with you. After opening the door, you see your phone on the floor. You had completely forgotten that you had thrown it earlier. With a deep sigh you picked it up, and like you thought it was completely broken.

Natasha takes the phone from your hand and places it on your bedside table, “Don’t worry about it, I asked Tony to get both of us a new one.” You smile at Natasha, how did you get so lucky. She always thought about the little things. You pull her in for another hug. “I love you, Natasha.”

“I love you too, y/n. Forever and always, please never forget that. And like I always say, I will promise to remind you every day for the rest of our lives.” Natasha says. Once you let go of her she offers to get the both of you some food, an offer you will gladly take her up on. It had been a while since you had your last meal. She kissed you softly before leaving the room.

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Gonna request an Alpha!Natasha with pregnant!omega!reader ;) but the angsty part is that reader past relationship was with Wanda, but she cheated on her w vision they had a rough break up after 1 month of the break-up reader discovers that she's pregnant w Wanda's pup, she goes to Wanda to resolve the situation but wands doesn't assume the child saying it's not hers, afterwards reader goes full pissed off and crying to Nat bc she doesn't know what to do and Nat says that she's gonna help raise the kid Months go by, and they fall for each other, only to the both of them confess after the birth of the twin girls when the visits are allowed wanda comes in to see the twins and reader gets protective and starts growling at her while Nat is scenting marking both of the pup's and reader

Ending fluffy bc it's Christmas time

(The pup's name can be Slavic cultured)

My Omega

Pairings: Alpha!Natasha Romanoff x omega!reader, (past) Alpha!Wanda maximoff x reader

Word count: 2407

Warnings: ABO universe, pregnant reader, giving birth, cheating, angst, fluff, mentions of vomiting, think that’s all!

Summary: After you caught the love of your life, your alpha, cheating on you when you were pregnant, you left. Nat cared for you and took you in, caring for you the way Wanda never had. You couldn’t help but fall for her.

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Grabbing the test you walked back to you and Wanda’s shared room, your heart full of joy as your life would forever change. You opened the door without knocking, seeming as it was your room so you assumed there was no need to announce your entrance. The sight you walked in on made your heart full of joy turn to an aching pain. Betrayal. That’s what it was. You felt betrayed seeing Wanda on top of Vision, the two in bed making out. She gasped and got off of the man hearing you walk in.

“Y-Y/N..” Your head shook back and forth, trying to convince yourself this was some time of dream, a nightmare. Her hands rested on your arms, the stick dropping in the process. She looked down for a moment before registering what it was, leaning down to pick it up.

“Baby, what is this?” You walked backwards slowly, her trying to follow you.

“No! Don’t go near me, you cheating bastard!” She flinched lightly at your words but continued to look at you with pure shock.

“Is it mine? Are these pups mine?” She gripped your arm tightly before you could leave, making you whine out in pain. She removed herself from your body, looking down at the red mark in shame.

“Yes they’re yours! Unlike you, I don’t cheat.” You could see the anger in her expression start to boil, scoffing in your face.

“Oh really? Because you seem to be real close with Nat, wouldn’t be surprised if you two fucked. Hey, maybe even it’s hers!” You fake laughed and ripped the test out of her hands aggressively.

“You’re fucking insane Wanda! You cheat on me and now you’re trying to also put the blame on me? What did I ever do to you?” At this point, Vision had already left. He must’ve gone through the walls like a coward. Nat was currently walking through the halls, planning on going to her room until she heard yelling. She knew it wasn’t her business, but when hearing her name she had to intervene. She stood close to the door, hearing every word filled with emotion. She could hear the hurt in your voice, the pain. And she could hear the anger in Wanda’s, she had no right. Even if Nat barely knew what was going on, she could understand by the words you two were shouting at one another. Wanda had cheated, Nat wishes she could say she was surprised. All of her sneaking around, it was suspicious. When she warned you, you only denied it saying she could never hurt you. But here she was, doing that exact thing.

She saw you run out of the room and stop in front of her, looking into her eyes with sorrow before continuing your voyage to your room. Wanda rushed out and made eye contact with the woman as well, a scowl marking her face. Nat considered going to your room, would you yell at her? Would you accept her caring nature? She decided to go with her guts and followed you, softly knocking on the door only for you to dismiss her. She didn’t give up though, she stayed there until you opened the wooden entrance and let her in.

“What do you need?”

“I don’t think it’s about what I need, what do you need?” You sighed and sat down on your bed, sitting criss crossed and codling your knees as support. She sat beside you and rested her hand upon your thigh, trying her best to soothe or comfort you. You grabbed the small tests and handed them to her, not being able to look at her shocked face.

“Oh. Oh, this- this is great! You’re going to have pups!” She said excitedly, only to remember why you were so down.

“But, not with Wanda?” You shook your head and tried your best not to let the tears flow once again, but when she cuddled you into her arms, you couldn’t stop it. You cried like a child into her shoulder while she whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

“It’s going to be alright.”

“How do you know that? I just caught my partner cheating on me when I was going to tell her that I’m pregnant, with her fucking pups!” You exclaimed loudly, the fear and hurt in your voice evident.

“I know it’s going to be alright because I'm going to be with you the whole time. I’ll take care of all of your needs, it’s what you deserve, what you need at this moment.” You felt bad. This wasn’t her job yet she was stepping up and doing what Wanda could never.

“Nat, I can’t ask you to do that.”

“You’re not asking, I’m telling you that’s what I’m going to do. I don’t care if they’re not mine, I will treat them as though I’m their mother. I will show you and these little pups so much love, you’ll even reconsider ever having Wanda by your side.” She muttered the last few words jokingly, getting the first laughs out of you in the night.

“See! I’m already doing amazing, aren’t I?” You nodded and she chuckled lightly before helping you get into bed, the crying and screaming making you tired. She got a bottle of water and rested it on the nightstand for when you awoke, along with an Advil pill as she knew you’d have a headache soon enough. You fell asleep quickly and she admired your peaceful state, one that she hasn’t had the privilege of seeing for awhile. Nat made her way down to Fury’s office and explained your situation, requesting that you and her would not have to go on mission until a few months after the baby is born and you’re all recovered. He agreed, already planning for this day with each omega in the building.

The months went by quickly, Nat keeping her promise and making sure you were healthy and happy. Every craving you had, she got, even in the dead of the night. Whenever you were bent over the toilet puking, she’d hold your hair back and cradle you afterwards. She’d figure out anything that made you nauseous and threw it all away, banning the team from having it in the compound until after you’ve given birth. When the pups kicked for the first time, she was there crying gently and talking to them as if they could hear her, she liked to believe that they could. Every doctor's appointment, she was there holding you. During the gender reveal, she cried when finding out she’d have two little girls. She’d pretend that they were hers sometimes, it made her smile. Touching your stomach alone made all her worries disappear, knowing that they’d be here soon enough. She’d sing them lullabies, ones that her mother sang to her and Yelena when she was little. Whenever you two slept in the same nest, her arm would protectively wrap around your stomach. And when she slept alone, she’d toss and turn relentlessly. She knew she was falling for you, if anything, she has loved you since you were with Wanda. For the longest time, she tried to deny it, deny her feelings for you. She tried so hard, even going so far as to try and ignore you for weeks to months. But it was too hard, she couldn’t go a day without seeing your beautiful face. And when she heard about Wanda cheating, she knew that was her time to step in and be what she could never. She gave you time, let you adjust to the new heart break that Wanda left behind. But she wanted you to be hers once and for all, she wanted you as her omega, not anyone else. She wanted to mark you as her own, no, she needed to.

The moment your water broke, she went into action. It was terrifying, all the practice and training went to waste as she panicked. But she kept it under control, monitoring your contractions and getting you to the med bay as fast as possible. She didn’t trust hospitals, she wanted someone she knew to deliver your baby. You both agreed to give birth in the compound’s medical wing, it was faster and more efficient anyways.

You pushed and pushed, yelling at the doctors and even at Nat who was supporting your back and holding your hand. When the first baby started crowning, she moved to watch as tears escaped her, her pups were finally here. They were hers, she may not be related to them biologically, but they were still hers. The first was born, Alla. You both took months to decide good names but eventually figured the perfect ones out, Alla and Ania. They were Slavic cultured, Alla being a mix between Russian and Ukrainian meaning up while Ania meant grace. She held her baby like it was the last time, cradling her small face with her finger. The nurse took her and Nat prepared to help you push out the second, well, give you emotional support.

Not long after you got to hold your little girls, Alla in your left arm and Ania in your right. Nat leaned over your body and stared at the two with love in her eyes, she couldn’t believe it, her pups were finally here. Her little own family was together. The nurse soon took your bundle of joys into the other room while you were left there with Nat.

“Oh Y/N, you did amazing today, I’m so proud of you. You pushed out two little angels all by yourself, you did such a great job, baby.” You leaned into her touch, staring at her lips as she did the same.

“Y/N…”

“Please, I need this. I want you to kiss me, make me yours.” She complied and connected her lips with yours, it felt like heaven. The moment you both have been dreaming for finally happened, you were connected.

“C-can I mark you?” She asked in a low whisper, seemingly nervous for your response. You only nodded and she smiled before moving down to the junction between your neck and shoulder, biting and sucking the skin lightly. You moaned lightly as her saliva hit your scent gland, completely marking you as her own. She looked you in the eyes and gave you a teeth showing grin before resting her forehead against your own.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.” You silently agreed with her before yawning, being quite exhausted after giving birth.

“Rest, my love. I’ll be right here when you wake up.” You let your eyes shut as sleep took over you. Nat moved a strand of hair away from your face before kissing your cheek softly.

After two days, you were finally able to take the pups. You both held them carefully and walked over to the team as they all excitedly held and cradled the baby as you two did not long ago. They all congratulated you before catching their eye on your neck, you put your hair in front of it nervously as a way to cover it up. You could see Wanda out of the corner of your eye glaring at you and Nat. As much as she wanted to hold the baby, you didn’t let her just yet. She ran upstairs, causing you to glance at her before Nat turned your attention back to your friends and now, family.

Later that night, you and Nat placed the pups in their cots and got ready for bed happily. Nat went to go grab a glass of water and a book she left downstairs when you heard a knock on the door. Opening it you were greeted by the sight of a teary-eyed Wanda.

“W-Wanda, what are you doing here?” She sighed and looked down but shot her head back up when hearing a soft giggle from Alla.

“I came here to see my pups, they’re not just yours and they sure as hell aren’t Nat’s.”

“Oh really? Weren’t you the one insisting that they were Nat’s when you cheated on me?” She tried getting through the door but you stopped her short, blocking her from seeing the two. She was about to forcefully move you until a loud growl-like sound came from behind her. Wanda turned to see who it was but was met by Nat’s angry glare.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She asked, her arms crossing against her chest. Wanda didn’t back down, she stood proudly and returned the look.

“I’m going to see my pups, that’s what I’m doing.” You speed walked towards the two and protected them from the women fighting at the doorway. They wailed heavily, making Nat look over at them in fear and protection. She pushed Wanda aside and carefully took Ania and Alla in her arms, kissing each of their precious little faces while rocking them back and forth. She whispered sweet words to the two as Wanda scurried off, muttering a small ‘fucking bitch’ under her breath. When the crying came to a stop, Nat settled them back down and let you lay down in the nest.

“Thank you Natty.” She smiled and laid beside you, peppering little pecks on your lips. Her arms wrapped around you protectively, the same way she’d do when you were pregnant.

“There’s no need to thank me, you know I’d do anything to protect our family.” You were so grateful for her, she never even got mad at you. She went from yelling at Wanda to holding you tightly, you were the only exception.

“Ijust want you to know how much I love and appreciate you, the little ones too. They’re going to grow up loving their momma and mommy, I bet they’ll like you more, you’ll spoil them rotten I know it.” Hearing you call her the pups momma made water leak from her green eyes. She couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped her from your last words, you were right. She would give those little angels anything they ever wanted and more.

“Oh baby, I’m going to love and cherish you forever, I love you so much.” She placed kisses all over your sweet face before speaking once more.

“Rest now, my little omega. I’ll be right here when you wake up, I promise.”

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Secret Crush

yes i know and im sorry that i put Sugar mommy on hold everything’s been so hectic lately and i haven’t had time to write the next few chapters because i know i promised you guys there would be some smut in the next ones but honestly i don’t think im going to write some smut for this series maybe when i learn to write smut ill do a one-shot to test it out and you guys give me some feedback but anyways let’s get on with the story

Y/n’s POV:

I’m best friends with natasha and i love her in more than a way a best friend should but i mean can you really blame me she’s a person you’d wanna be in a relationship with she’s so pretty, she always make me smile, she just has the best personality but she’s never really shown interest sure we have a flirty friendship but she’s always flirty with every girl she meets so i don’t let her flirty comments get to my head plus she’s going on a date tonight so there’s another sign

*sighs* “what’s up with you?” she said “nothing nat just thinking” “what are you thinking about?” “just some things, they aren’t important what’s important is you looking good for your date let me see the outfits you picked out” i told her and she showed me two dresses, dress number 1 was a black elegant dress and number 2 was a red showy dress

Im not gonna lie i wish she was putting on these dresses for me but that’ll never happen “i think you should wear the black one” “really?” “well if you prefer the red one then wear that one” “you’re not helping me at all, what is up with you today” she said frustratingly “nothings up with me it’s just that why ask me for my opinion on dresses when you already prefer one, just wear that one” “even if i prefer one over the other im asking you to see which one would look better on me” “Natasha just pick one and move on whether it be the black one or red one doesn’t matter if you don’t hurry up you’ll be late to your date” “you know what if you’re not gonna help me then go i don’t know what the hell is up with you today but i’m not dealing with it” “I told you nothings up with me today” “just leave y/n” “fine” i said as i stormed out

i got to my room and just laid there staring at the ceiling thinking about my actions, yes i was wrong and i know that it’s just that seeing her go out with someone thats not me gets me upset how could she have not caught on that i have feelings for her i mean she’s a goddamn spy she can read everyone like an open book but when it comes to me she can’t she’s so frustrating.

Suddenly someone knocked on my door, i stood up and opened the door and it was wanda “i just came to check if you were okay, i know how you feel about nat and well now she’s going on a date with someone and you know” “yeah im okay i guess, im as good as i can be, i mean how would you be if the person you liked was your best friend and they ask you for help to get ready for their date” “i’d feel shitty” she said “but you know at some point you’ll have to get over her, maybe it’ll take long to get over her but getting over her is better than hurting yourself over and over again when she asks you to help her get ready for a date” “i know but i don’t know how to get over her, i mean how do i even start getting over her” i said frustratingly

i sighed and went back to my bed and wanda walked in, closed the door and sat next to me “hey c’mon sit up” i groaned as i sat up and looked at her, she took my hand in hers and told me “you may feel heartbroken and shitty right now but that feeling will go away in time, it doesn’t matter how long it takes you, this is a thing you can’t rush and i’ll be with you every step of the way, i’ll always have a shoulder you can lean on” “thank you wands” i said as i hugged her, suddenly the door opened and it was natasha “hey y/n i’m so-“ she was saying until she looked up “oh sorry i can come back” “oh no i was just about to leave, remember what i said y/n” she said as she back at me and walked out

“since when are you guys a thing?” “we’re not” “doesn’t look like you’re not” “well guess you’re the only one who doesn’t believe me” i said as i shrugged “well im gonna head out now” “okay” she gave me a little nod and left

i let out a sigh after she left *that was really hard to do but it’s a start in getting over her*

The next day

last night i didn’t hear natasha come back, if she is back i might’ve been sleep or something “hey y/n” carol said “yeah?” “you wanna spar with me?” “sure why not” “okay see you in 10?” “yeah” “okay see you” she said as she walked away as i walked into the kitchen i saw natasha sitting there with hickeys on her neck guess she got lucky, I walked to the fridge without saying anything and just as i was about to leave she said “no hey or nothing?” “i have to be in the gym” “saying hi doesn’t take up time” “it does for me” she scoffs “well let me not take any more of your precious time” she said angrily as she stormed off

i sighed and went on to the gym, She always does this, at some point she puts her walls up again i ask her what’s wrong she doesn’t tell me but now since im doing it to her she’s mad? i don’t understand her “hey you ready?” carol said “oh uh yeah” “alright let’s start, you throw first hit and then i’ll throw next” “alright” i said as i threw the first hit which of course she blocked it and threw one back and this went on for a couple hours until we were both tired and called it

As i was heading to mine and natasha’s floor i heard something’s that i’d always wanted to hear but not from someone else who wasn’t me.

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and she posts for the first time in two months 😱 sorry guys i’ve been really busy lately and couldn’t find the time until now to write, this might be a two part one-shot idk yet ill see but hope you guys enjoy it :)

pt.2 will be out soon :)

#natasha x reader #natasha x y/n #natasha x you #natasha romanoff x you #natasha angst #natasha romanoff angst #angst #angsty #hope for a happy ending

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gayerthanevertbh · 1 year

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labyrinth: 2

pairings: older!natasha x young!reader

warnings: g!p natasha romanoff, loss of virginity (r receiving), rough sex, dirty talking, praising, daddy kink, and natasha being an asshole ( a lil’ bit) - MINORS DNI.

summary: your sister cheated on her wife, so the broken wife takes an interest in you instead. was everything just a rebound between the two of you? or is there something more?

notes: yes! it’s now a series, but there are no promises that i will be updating all the time. i could try at least. anyway, enjoy!

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As expected, Natasha kissed my mouth hungrily while touching my buttocks with her rough hands. It was an early morning on a Saturday; mostly, everyone was still asleep. I was back in Natasha’s house because she wanted to do something “private,” and I knew where it would lead – sex. Of course, she would like to have sex with me; she kept mentioning it whenever we exchanged text messages. There mainly were “Can’t wait to see you” or “What if I put my dick inside of you, what would you do?” which turned me on in the slightest.

She pulled away, growling under her breath. “Lay down just like this baby, relax.”

I nodded and followed her instructions by laying my head on the softest pillows I’d ever laid on while I watched her pull down her shorts and reveal her un-erected cock. She shudders as the cool air hits the tip of her dick, opening her mouth slightly.

“What do you want me to do with it?” I asked her, regaining consciousness from the hazing of our kissing.

“Can I fuck you?” asked Natasha with certainty mixed with lust. “Please, I’ll be good with your body. You know I’ll never hurt you, baby girl.”

What scares me is that – I don’t know how sex works. Usually, I’d see a couple of pornographic videos online and think: “Oh, it’s that easy!” when it’s not. I overthought this last night since it was bound to happen anyway, thinking: what if I bleed? What if she hurts me? But knowing Natasha for nearly a decade, I doubt she could hurt me. Right?

“Are we going to use protection?” I asked, my breath uneasy. “I mean, we do have to, right?”

“It’s not necessary,” she said. “But if you want, we could. I might cum fast once I’m inside of you.”

My cunt clenches with her words, and I simply can’t help but let out a tiny moan – making her moan as well. She kisses my jaw sloppily while removing my shorts with one swift, throwing them across the room. I was now only wearing my white shirt and pink panties, which I wore on purpose. I once caught Natasha jerking off in her room while holding a magazine; it was a girl wearing pink lingerie with cream-colored skin, which made my legs twitch when she came all over the silk paper. It’s almost as if I’m reminiscing about it – since it was the first time I’d seen her being that intimate with an object.

“You like this, don’t you?” she taunts, wrapping her hand around her penis as she moves it up and down. “You like being my little girl, hm sweetheart? So fucking pretty for me, you’re so little…”

The rasp of her voice makes me feel like I’m in oblivion.

Finally, after what seemed like ages, she pulled down my underwear – revealing my shaved cunt. “Look at you,” she whispers in a whine, kissing my chest sloppily. “You’re so beautiful, doll. My beautiful little angel.”

The way she uses her words calms me down and boosts my confidence in a great matter. She was big on terms, she liked to use them most of the time for me to feel good, and she used them very well.

Natasha pushed my thighs to my chest and leaned closer to my cunt, inhaling its scent. She sighed blissfully and kissed the top of my clit. Whispering, “You smell amazing. I can’t wait to fuck you so hard.”

The woman laps on my folds vigorously as if a starved woman has not eaten for days. My whines filled her room as my fingers began to thread through her red locks, not knowing whether I should grip her hair. She moans on my wet folds that send vibrations through my skin, making me more soaked.

“Taste so fucking good,” she grumbles. “Stay still, baby. Daddy just wants to get some dessert from her baby.”

Daddy, I thought to myself while I closed my eyes. She’s my Daddy. Perhaps I have a kink regarding names, and I seemed to enjoy her name, “Daddy.”

“Call me Daddy, sweetheart,” whined Natasha while spitting more saliva on my gaping cunt. “Wanna push my cock in so bad inside your little pussy...”

“Daddy,” I whined as I arched my hips. “Don’t talk like that…”

“What’s wrong?” she asked, lifting herself to kiss my lips. “You’re my cute little virgin, aren’t you? You’re scared because you don’t know what your sister’s wife will do to you, huh? Come on, tell me, baby.”

It’s quite adventurous to do such things like this, let alone a woman almost two decades older than you, asking you to be her little slut even though it was never said verbally. I watch her hand move up and down again on her cock; hearing slushing sounds.

“You did this to me, you know?” she said, letting out a cracked moan. “You make me so fucking hard every time you’re near me. Did you know that?” I certainly didn’t. “Remember when you were alone with me a few months ago? All I wanted to do was to open your mouth and fuck it–Mmph–make you gag all over my fat cock.”

“Tasha, t-too much…”

“Too much what?” Natasha tells me with breathless whispers as she parts my legs to press her penis against my cunt; we both moan in unison. “Oh, fuck! God, you feel so good. You’re so fucking wet, baby girl…” I Lifted my head and kissed her, and she gladly kissed me back with a resounding whimper under her breath. She glides the tip of her cock on my wet, slowly making me scream.

She watches intensely over our genitals moving together, especially when her bulbous head hits my clit repeatedly, making her hips twitch with how good it feels.

“Beg for me to push in, baby,” said Natasha with her eyes glued on my cunt as she slapped the tip of her cock twice. I whined in reply and asked with a pleading voice: “P-push in, Daddy… please push it in.”

“With no lube?”

“Do we need one?”

She chuckles deeply. “No, sweetheart. I can just use your saliva or mine.” before I could lift myself, Natasha spat on her cock and lathered the thick substance all over her length. She spat at my cunt and spread her saliva using her dick, moaning each time her tip accidentally bumps inside me.

“Is it going to hurt?” I asked with a frightened face, but I suddenly calmed down when Natasha open-mouthed kissed my nipple, almost as if munching on it – I let out a loud hiss.

“A little,” whispered Natasha while cooing my head with her hand. “It’s going to be okay; I’ll make it fit.”

Giving one last reassuring kiss, she spread my folds open and slowly pushed her length inside me, both moaning loudly. The contraction of my walls all over her cock felt irritating at first – I almost wanted to cry from the excruciating pain. But I gripped her back with my hands as I took more length.

“Jesus, you’re so fucking tight, doll,” she gasped and looked down at her cock slowly going inside me. “That’s it. Grip me tight, baby. Going to make Daddy ruin you.”

“It’s burning, Daddy,” I yelled with a pitchy voice, trying to move my legs away, but she kept them still with her broad hands while grunting above me. “D-Daddy, it hurts!”

“Baby girl, it’s okay…” said Natasha with a shush, kissing and nipping my lips as she groped my left breast tightly, using her thumb to press hard on my nipple. “M’not going to hurt you, okay? Shh, want me to pull out? You just feel so good.”

I didn’t want her to pull out.

“It’s okay,” I breathed out, rolling my eyes at the back of my head when I felt her cock pushing deeper inside me; she groaned in a deep voice. “K-Keep going, Daddy.”

“Yeah?” she huffed out, kissing the pulse point of my neck with a whine cracking in her voice.

“Yes, keep going–Oh, that’s… Oh!” I felt her bottoming out, watching with widened eyes when we were connected. She mounds my breasts with her rough hands, her chest heaving with pure hunger. I could feel her tiny pubic hair on mine, which initially felt itchy.

“Take my fat cock inside that little pussy of yours, slut,” she growls, almost in a stern voice. She wrapped her hand around my throat and pulled out slowly before pushing me at a rougher pace – making me scream out of pleasure. “You like this, don’t you? You like my cock inside of you?”

She was rough with me and her voice – if I admit that I loved every bit of it sinfully, I did.

“I love it so much,” I whined, grinding my hips against hers as I felt the tip of her penis hitting the spot inside me, a particular area in me. “I love your cock, Daddy–Ah!–go faster. Please, please, please!”

The bed was starting to creak with her fast movement to the point that she was jackhammering her cock inside me, not caring if anyone would hear us outside her house. Natasha kisses my neck again but this time carelessly, as she rolls my hips against hers with her hands. It’s like I could feel her saliva and her cock on every part of my skin.

“Please be my little slut,” she pleaded, grunting each time our skin slapped together like a beautiful melody. “Be my faithful slut; I promise I’ll take care of you–just be my toy, be my little girl…”

“Aren’t I your little girl?” my voice was starting to dry as I saw stars everywhere. Natasha moaned blissfully and rested her face on my chest, humping me with her cock inside my cunt.

“You’re so beautiful,” she whispers, kissing my jaw while holding my wrists down both sides of my head. “Tell me how much you love my big cock.”

“I love your big cock, Daddy…”

She thrusts into me harder, feeling herself getting close as I clench around her veiny length tightly. “Your virgin hole is my favorite thing about you,” Natasha’s eyes roll to the back of her head, and she sucks on my right nipple hungrily. “You’re my favorite girl, my favorite personal slut.”

“M’feeling tingly, Daddy,” I said, almost losing my voice. She still pounds into me, grunting each time her cock is coated by my juice. “Daddy, please slow down…”

“I’m going to cum,” she whispers with a pitchy grunt, kissing my mouth hard while I could feel her spit on my tongue. I was about to ask her if she could pull out when she suddenly did it before I could say it. “Gonna cum on this fucking pussy of yours, gonna fucking cum…”

I watch her as she jerks herself off, creating a fapping noise all over the room while her eyes are hooded and sleepy, as if tired. But she grabs me by the neck and forces me to look at her while she finishes, whispering: “Tell me you’re my personal slut.”

“I-I’m your personal slut, Daddy.”

“Tell me that–” her breath hitches as she watches herself pumping her cock at a fast pace. “–Tell me that you want me, tell me…”

Does she not know how much I want her? How much I’ve wanted for this to happen between us? Does she not know the times when I hump my own teddy bear just because of her? Does she? It saddens my heart; my skin feels tingly as I think about it.

And yet, I said it out loud.

“I want you, Daddy.”

“Y-You do?” it sounds like she didn’t have many sexual encounters when it came from my sister or at least some love from her.

She presses her forehead against mine as she grunts loudly for one last time, finally exploding in my stomach. I can feel her warm thick substance on my skin as she came undone blissfully – at least three times. If I wish for something, I want to reach inside of me. But I know I wasn’t ready for that to happen; I don’t think none of my siblings taught me how to use protection or at least a pill that would prevent me from getting pregnant.

“Oh fuck,” she moans lewdly while spurting more thick cum on my stomach, chuckling breathlessly as her milk covers my stomach. “You look so well covered in my cum.” I knew she was talking in a filthy way, but my cunt clenched from her words. She squeezed her tip and rubbed her head over my stomach while pecking my forehead, still hazing from her orgasm.

Once she was done with her orgasm, we both laid back down on her bed but at a distance. I turned over and decided not to look at her, as my heart would be sore if I did. I don’t understand this feeling whatsoever, but it’s excruciating, for that matter.

“Did you feel good?” asked Natasha with a not-so-sure voice; I could hear her panting still. I nodded.

“Are you sure? Was your first time good with me?”

“Yes,” that was, in fact, not a lie. But I expected more than just sex and action – there was no love between us, nor I also think an intimacy between us. “T-Thank you for taking it, Tasha.”

Natasha smiled wholeheartedly and whispered, “You’re welcome.” I was about to turn around when I felt the bed move, realizing she would shower and forget what had happened between us. But before my assumptions and thoughts consumed me, I heard her say:

“I want to have sex with you again tomorrow. Is that okay?”

“S-Sure,” I replied, sitting up quickly on the bed to look at her. But I was faced by her back – her muscular back. “What time?”

“Probably around dinner, if you like?”

“I have to ask mom then if I could overstay with you.”

She chuckles, turning around to face me. “Why? Does she not trust a pervert like me?” we both chuckled at her question and died immediately when her eyes were staring at mine, gazing, perhaps – as if admiring me.

“I’m sure she does,” I said, scratching my arm. “Are we going to use… condoms tomorrow?”

“Do you want to? I can go to the store later and buy a box.”

“I just want to be safe,” I want you to cum inside of me. “I mean, you never know…”

She walks closer to me and kneels on the bed, cupping the right side of my face as she whispers hotly against my ear, “Why, you don’t want me to get you pregnant?”

I can feel my face flushed. “I, um–” she gently gropes my right breast and kisses my bottom lip chastely. “Tasha, wait for a second–”

“I won’t get you pregnant,” she smiles. “We can use protection then.” she leaves the bed and closes the door, making my heart feel a little heavy for some reason that I cannot sort out. Was I saddened that there was no aftercare? No love between us? And maybe if there was, would she look at me the way I look at her?

Natasha was in love with Wanda; she was still in love with her.

So, where do I fit in as her lover?

“How are you doing now, Natasha?”

“I don’t know,” she sighs, padding her cigarette against the ashtray with annoyance. “I just–I don’t know.”

Nora looked at her intensely, wanting to know more about what was happening. But she wasn’t getting any answers, so she asked again: “What’s wrong, Nat?”

Natasha doesn’t know if she should say it or if she could say it aloud in the air, where everyone hears her confession. When Y/n slept with her (or at least they had sex), she felt this strange feeling inside of her that it’s almost inexplicable. She could still taste her mouth, her skin, her breath. The older woman could feel her everywhere, almost immensely – it was getting too hard for her to breathe.

I shouldn’t have had sex with her.

“I had sex with Wanda’s sister.”

Nora looked shocked. She gulped audibly and stuttered, “W-What?”

“I slept,” she emphasizes, taking a deep breath. “With Y/n. I slept with her goddamn sister–it shouldn’t have happened. It wasn’t right.”

“When did this happen?”

“Yesterday.”

Nora asked again, “Where?”

“In my fucking house!” Natasha’s anger seeps out of her as she jumps off the couch, scratching the back of her head irritatingly. “I just–I don’t fucking know, okay? It just happened. The sex was great, too great! Hell, she was good with it too. It felt good for her, Nora. For the first time in a year, I felt like I was being fucked and appreciated for once.”

“So you used her for sex,” Nora said in a deadpanned voice, lifting her knee on the couch. But Natasha shakes her head again, grunting as she thinks about what happened yesterday with Y/n. “Natasha, I don’t think that it was a good idea that you slept with her. You are still married to Wanda.”

“I know that,” she said with a defeated voice, flopping herself back on the couch. “Fuck, I knew that. But for some fucking reason, it just happened. At first, I felt awful about it, but… it felt natural.”

“But still, you shouldn’t have let it happen!” Nora finally raised her voice, suddenly feeling annoyed by the woman’s presence. “Look, if you want to get this divorce done as fast as you want, you can’t be sleeping with her. That’s her sister. Do you know how much chaos you’ll bring?”

“I knew I would,” she said disappointingly, burying her face with both hands. “I don’t know, Nora. I will try.”

“Not try,” she shakes her head. “You have to stop sleeping with her.”

It’s never going to be easy, Natasha thought. She felt different, so different.

“I will, Nora.”

“Good, now please call your lawyer. We have a lot of work to do.”

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